P.O.W.'s

(Mr. Hyde) Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death bitch Incorrect politicly linguisticly I'm lethal Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people The Governer of Brit will have your mother sucking dick Fuckin rubbin on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them All anarchists are lovin it while stubborn Feds are buggin it Your governments discorvered cut to pieces in my coven kid I'll tarnish you with carnage now your seargant's paying homage Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ran sacked Despite how the Anthrax choked life out your grand papps Torture is imense torture crawlin out your vents The gore Hyde that invents put dents in your defense (Necro) I'm like Malcom when he came back from Mecca--not a racist But when they come to kill me at my speech I'll shoot 'em in they faces I lived a life of aggrevation, contemped in laceration So I'm exempt from assassination attempts Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallace You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin With the Inidan Axe peelin your skin back for startin I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time You Benedict Arnold's will be smokin crack like bridges We're burning bridges So you can't cross 'em cause our militia's vicious The 13 colonies bring it to you, get on the horse We'll be ripping your chest while they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross Images of onslaught cadavers and bleeding I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom (Goretex) After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche Extractin the passion from the paws of Christ it's pricey Nuclear frost California first to break off Space cowboys 30 cc's ready for take off Lieutenants tank holdin my rank we climb sky ports Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs I was born to die the first martyr Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father Raise the ediquite of warface torture to make War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it's more cake Revolution 9 new york quake it's an emergency Bridges for tunnels this underworld is a murder spree Fuckin with G world trade in the cloud Terror network I'm still smellin people downtown Whipe some tear gas the ying and the yang dead in the fear 10 to 15 they watch the dent in heaven appear (Sabac) They held me captive I was being bludgeoned and starved Seeing stars half a day from introduction to God Feel the scars on my flesh my whole mind was destroyed Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid I heard voices in my sleep one night a visitor spoke Quoting the art of war the voice had given me hope Broke out a sweat grab the tech, shot away to freedom Hundreds die for their lives and now I've got you beaten I'm defeatin any enemy that comes in my path Wether political or criminal I let the guns blast Coming mass like Marcos and Brooklyn's my Chiapos Rage a war against police they can't look me in the optics Sabac is equivelant to the object of militance Consider this your option with the lives of imbevelence I'm commited and deligent, equipt with the killer shit The opressors nightmare if I talk it I'm livin it (Ill Bill) I arrived at Auschwitz I was tattood with numbers for labor Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers Stepping out of freight cars sorted by age and profession And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor Children and elderly people were the first to be taken To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to creamation The rest of us kept behind and electric fence shaved heads Starvin and workin to death and perished by days end Truthfully we were the lucky ones, the fortunate I remember stories of ways the doctors mainly used to torture men Children and pregnant women unspeakable horrors 6 million martyrs from the sheet of the surgery with no anesthesia I'm a prisonor of war or religion A prisonor of nazi Germany I'm caught in the system With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols For every jew that died I survived my story continues