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Hittman:
This Is WCC's Official Cypher Here. 4-6 Bars Of Heat, Rhyme Of The Other Persons Last Line (Ofcourse). No Bullshit Talking, It Will Get Deleted.

Scribe:
People walking around like billboards
Copying each other like a bee hoard
No Individuality
Just conformaty
Merging together to a single mind set
Government objective completed with no sweat

ToNe1904:
No sweat, dont fret, otha countries layin threats/
Why? American people cover they eyes, cant stand surprise/
I thought we were tha righteous, othas tryna tah spite-us/
When it really turnz out theyre survivin DEspite-us/
Racist government, tryin to deface these "faceless" sufferin-men/
Preachin "In God We Trust", in a poor attempt of coverin-sin/

doggmastah:
"in God we trust" and bust cuz niggaz yell in Hell  in the attempt  of coverin-sin /
but never been dope , they cant, cuz  to forget paine they've  become drunker than Yeltsin/
now faggots spittin' words like gangsta ,they're fuckin' wacksta, they betta run real fasta/
i may not be in tha  napsta cuz i do it fo' real gangsta supported by every big masta/


Peace!
(lol@me it was a lill' bit wack...)

ITW [the irish boy]:
every big master cant contain tha disaster
when i explode
trying to cover tha wound with a plaster
preaching street prophesies like im a castor
rasta-pharian niggas pulling bavarian triggas
international relations, call em world trade killaz/

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