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Center Of The Storm

Zack de la Rocha

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    Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm

    Blast this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
    Across frequencies east to west-style
    Our adrenaline
    Let's tap the vein-made line resistance, meditate maintain
    All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
    So matter of fact, no love lost
    See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's illogical, the minds of the flock
    No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
    So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
    No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
    I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
    Smear the face of a facist fused pulpit, hey
    So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
    Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
    Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat

    The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm

    I toss pieces of my syllables like Sulpha, Esumo, Koma Yakibono Yakizuna Numero Uno Puro Mejicano..
    My angle is I dangle styles
    For the flock to follow, too deep for the shallow
    Superstitious niggas that get played like a tarot
    Baseline strata will shatter your bone marrow
    Blind they can't see me, bully me (??? ???)
    No need to wonder how starters* became the pharoah*
    Tongue acrobata, none fatter, never narrow
    I shoot the sherrif, and beretta, and his pharoah
    Like the gift like gad*, rip your ribcage hollow
    Fuck the flame into your brain matter with the sharpest arrows

    The aggravator, true shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm

    Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
    Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what

    From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die
    Five-o got automatics so why can't I
    Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'
    Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
    But for now I'll keep my mind sharp
    We'll be them bad kids trackin* the park after dark
    Lips* do flips never kick fiction
    Two-thousand* clash* summer*, now face the guns* or bricks dog*
    Break the fakes they'll never check reality
    On it with Roni we devastate the scenery

    Aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm

    Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
    Enter the center of the storm
    Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm

    Our jurisdiction the world


    Blast, this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
    Across frequencies east to west-style
    Raw adrenaline
    Let's tap the vein-made line resistance, meditate maintain
    All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
    So matter of fact, no love lost
    See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's ill logic on the minds of the flock
    No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
    So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
    No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
    I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
    Smear the face of a facist fused pulpit, hey
    So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
    Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
    Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat

    The aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
    The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm, with Size
    Enter the center of the storm

    Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm

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