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88 lines
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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
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Poetic Rantings
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http://surf.to/damage_inc
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damage_inc@disinfo.net
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Propagandize.
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I'll give ya the low down...
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We're takin' it to the streets.
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Puttin' the power back in the hands of the p33ps.
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You know what I'm talkin' about?
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Now it's time to get serious. Time you all quit playin'.
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I'll give ya the straight facts.
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So we can bring it all back.
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Better act now so we can get on fucking track.
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Get your act together.
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And quit hittin' that pipe so hard.
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Yer mind is all you've got left. Last card.
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I'm tellin' ya not to just sit back.
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Don't just react.
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Get up. Ya gotta go on the attack.
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Power to the people. Ya hear me?
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Fuck man, don't phear me.
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You gotta listen to this. Open yer eyes and see.
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This ain't no showdown. I'm givin' you the low down.
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Dude don't let em mess you up.
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Fuck your mind and make you all soft like a pup.
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You gettin' any of this shit?
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You ain't down?
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Fuck partner... you better step out and split town.
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This ain't all that hard to get.
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So don't sit there bein' a fuckin punk.
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This shit's as easy as seizin' a trunk.
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Big Bro will fuck yer mind with propaganda.
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He'll hit ya hard with it below the belt in the junk.
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So you better prepare or yer ass will be missin' a phat chunk.
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You gonna just stand there like a chump?
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He's bringin' this shit right in yer face...
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Beaming fuckin' Sat messages down all over the place.
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It's a disgrace. You gonna take that shit?
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You gonna believe the propaganda from space?
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Don't just front. Yer already losin' this race.
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It's fuckin' you up. Man, if only you knew.
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Get off yer fuckin' ass and start doin' somethin' bout it.
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Or you already brainwashed by this shit?
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It's all goin' down now. Ya dig?
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All this shit is gettin' worse man. Final chance.
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No more playin'. Run like a punk or dance.
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This is the last fuckin' shot.
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Brotha it's now or never. You gotta fight or die.
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I ain't gonna lie.
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Do whatever the fuck ya want.
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I can't tell ya what to do. You gotta choose.
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I'll say this though... You back up and you lose.
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If yer runnin' for back already, you just wait.
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Roll over and die. You'll soon be 0wned.
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Don't think I havta tell ya. You'll soon be shown.
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Bought and sold. Influenced like all hell.
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It's do or die time. It's all on the line now.
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What? I gotta fuckin' show you what to do and how?
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Written by THC Phreak / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2000.
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