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opan up the pages to my ryhme book
-nas
put a stab in the in the back like like betrayal,denial from th the label
hopelss man was fatal from the cradle,
heavy kush give me the push and the pressure to bust, no pleasure no for dust
life gettin shorter evenin' me up
im going beserk and i lurk with no one to trust evryone that i murk
keep a policy that i got to see
paranoid on the block
it 's now communist for democracy
watchin my back and the stack
open pages wont stop it
im just a bloody pictures of a prophet
*free flowin.....
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