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von Vents

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The injustice becomes done, more blood in a gallon drum
Pumped in the tank, put back weighing a tonne
Vents the one-man battalion
Drums is pounding with a pulse of a thousand
Public housing, grandma dying
In a Mansfield Park shitbox, so I′m taking the wristwatch
And the gold chain too
Crews get played kind of rough like Coltrane do
Word, that's the business of war
The art of keeping them sick, keeping them poor
Keeping you slaves, you not free
You paid or you not, raise the rooftop
For the master, architect of disaster
Pulling out tongues in your throat, Nicaragua
El Salvador roar
Corporate sluts get hung from the fifteenth floor


I′m mad, sort of like PMD
You're fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE
I'm mad, sort of like PMD
You′re fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE

Snap back the scar, bass guitar sounds bizarre
Lost in the belly of the Baghdad ER
We are slaves in the bowels of the beast
Bloody from the chainsaw lease
Vents in effect like greenhouse
When I burn, the drummer take critical beatdown
Feel the wrath of the rap fag
Coming through with a ladder crew carrying a black flag
Drop the wax on a plate
Living in a zoo with a cape, can′t take the primate
Mind state like an anarchist
Analyst smuggling cannabis
Move like a ninja, creep on the humble
Talk to police, get jumped in the jungle
We stumble around without purpose
Keep the government nervous


Feeling like mad, sort of like PMD
You're fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE
I′m mad, sort of like PMD
You're fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE

Living life in a cemetery
What′s the man? It's the military
Give that young man a gun but he′s still a fairy
Killing everything with a pulse
Watch the truth revert to look false
Chemical assaults, weapons of mass destruct
Gassed 'em up, bullshit, that's what′s up
We don′t want no parts of your conflict
Southern Cross in effect, I'm the convict
And I′ma let 'em know
My right to rule my life and I can′t let it go
Can't let ′em win, forget who ever you vote for
The government gets in, testing
One, two, anyone there?
Talk about change but I bet he runs scared
Now fuck you, you ain't done nothing for us
And the black bloc coming to crush, come on

I'm mad, sort of like PMD
You′re fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE
I′m mad, sort of like PMD
You're fucking with a hardcore NPC
Blowing up your video, MTV
Dangerous, come from the PSE
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