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[verse 1]
Getting armored. for armaggeon
When the east coast/west coast beef turns to hamburger
The microphone is my metal committing mental murder
My brain waves cascade through baracades
Searching for fascists to transform
Swing the vocal axes if you didn't practice it be embedded in your backs
Quick like faxes from next to rasp(?) creeps
Turn around and face the music
Catch the mace to your face piece
Chorus
Yet another hip-hop head took a turn for the worse