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letra de tools of conspiracy - fundamentals

king koncepts

remember me? i housed you from birth
a paragon of inner city life
as wart sprouting outta the earth
to some i’m home, others try to escape but to no avail
cuz i’m a failure fantasy
p-ss smelling hallways and crack fiends
are included like batteries
to rob the last piece of bread from ya cabinet
fool, i’m deliberate accident
living manifestation of white supremacy
once you’re living me, there’s no forgetting me
i pursue tenants to their death
in the form of a rap sheet
murder, robbery, grand theft auto
if not that, crack pipe, syringe and bottle will follow
these are my henchmen
i go to work 24-7
40 levels and 8 million stories of grown men
that keep in a rut-
my elevators are broke to keep people from raising up
i’ll make ya lose ya mind
so that you can’t even begin to function in everyday society
rioting and burning won’t do a thing
cuz i reappear like a pot of gold, deep in the ghetto so
presidents can’t see me, just ignore me
while 747 is crash in europe
700 and 47 lives get smashed quick as a flash
by me-
no cops come around, so you can just-
“get down, get down”
no questions, i teach lessons but keep them discreet
but i’ve still got to report to my boss about the lives i’ve ruined
its a dirty job but someone’s got to do it
conspiracy-

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scratch: wanna k!ll ngas cuz they scared of god
i’m just a tool of conspiracy

seven o’clock, my alarm rocks my brain
the pain, of my hangover, hits me like a range rover
up and into my blues and uniform
make sure my glock’s strapped to the side
of my pseudo utility belt
i might as well be batman
cuz i strike fear into the hearts of citizens
i’m super heroic, my history’s written in blood
ya keep missing me, should you be in the form
of a letter or complaint letter
i make sh-t hot like wool sweaters
when i come ya better
86 the spot, when ya dash i like to watch
get a power rush off the juice that i got
wait? you ain’t front, the fun begins
what’d ya say bot? boom bash wit the club
scrub! now i plant the dove
ya goin down, betta notify the one’s ya love
pop the trunk of the bucket, f-ck it
oh goodie, a whole brick of bomb under the hoodie
i;ll bring it home to the wife and sh-t
so we’ll be thinking of you
when we ignite your sh-t
beat ya -ss down cuz i like this sh-t
how ya gonna complain? how? i run the system, what’s up now!
that ain’t what amerikkka’s all about
but now you know too much
i’m gonna put ya outta touch
with the conspiracy

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