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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ 6 Four A - Six Short Poems ] [ By The GNN ]
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6 FOUR A - SIX SHORT POEMS
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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6
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5
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4
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3
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2
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one: GUN STREET RAIN
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Now it's raining
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it is pouring;
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and it's just like yesterday;
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the cigarettes taste like iron,
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and the magician is a whore;
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dare devils do blue murder
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in the alley by the park
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don't wanna go any further
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but cannot face the sharks
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Now it's raining
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it is draining;
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and I never leave a trace;
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forget a face, no need to
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of the dare devils in the park;
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no, I've killed enough
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it is time, to let them breathe;
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but the face of the blue murderers
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lets me know just who I am
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She is singing
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my head is ringing
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section A is open again:
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for the sharks
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and the blue murderers
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in the alley by the park;
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reading, needing, finding
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what side to step on now;
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I will go with the blue murderers
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because they will tell me who I am
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Now it's raining
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it is pouring
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and it's just like yesterday;
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I killed with the blue murderers
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in the alley by the park,
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hauling ass and maiming time;
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kinda seen it all before;
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but now I'll love the singer
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because my mind is getting sore
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Doubts are spread
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in my mind
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facing them away
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I need to cramp the dare devils
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but the cracking was the core
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tracking down, the piece of heart
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I stashed in my brain;
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in favor for the gun street girl
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not waiting for the rain
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two: RENEGADE CLUB
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down, down, down
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underground, tonight,
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playing with crooked
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cues, and a twisted car,
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hanging in the roof, see
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the sun pass the bar;
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in the renegade club, tonight
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in the colosseum, tonight
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green women and red water, down
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with the stream to the final
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exit; was that a sound?
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pass the card and the gun sight,
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stay away if you need to survive
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from the renegade club, tonight
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screaming men and quiet women
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guns dancing alone in the dark;
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in the colosseum, tonight;
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red rover, passing over, but
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need not to care: just diamonds,
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there are no exits, no doors
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to the renegade club, tonight
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the train paid us a visit
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leaving the usual tip, to
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the bartender, blowing his fuse;
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drinks taste like energy, indeed;
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the chimney opened the trap door, hey;
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the other floor; quick! to the unknown,
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away from the renegade club, tonight
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three: ON THE ROOF
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the man is killing his prey
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down on the burning streets;
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the dogs eat each other
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by the blue van down there,
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and the cat burglar can see it all
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the lies are said with soiled fingers;
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the sweet sugar cube is listening
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but instead to something else;
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words are not heard by the prey,
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yes, the cat burglar can hear it all
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whispering secrets to each other,
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watched from above;
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the dogs must not hear a word,
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if they want to survive,
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but the cat burglar knows it all
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the world is such a show to see,
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such a scream to hear,
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such a pain to encounter,
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but nothing to remember,
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if you are not the burglar on the roof
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if you are not the burglar above
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everyone else
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four: DEAD ZONE
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dark glasses and dark gun;
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no one has ever known him;
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no one knows his name;
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but he knows how to do it;
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do what everyone wants to do;
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explosion, flash and the end;
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drop dead, or drop down;
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rise, and scream, confusion;
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what happened on this street;
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who did what I want to do;
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no one stops by death;
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there is too much to see;
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better just pass by;
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and let bygones be bygones;
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death does what everyone wants;
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death does it all;
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what does it matter, a dream;
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we all know how it will end;
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people live and people die;
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but some just have it all;
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die like I want to die
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five: FINAL DISCOVERY
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rise!
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stand!
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see!
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this is not what I wanted
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this is not what I expected
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everything to be
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learn!
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work!
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life!
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is this what really I need
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is this how it really goes
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fuck you then
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slave!
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work!
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die!
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show me the holy contract
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that I signed when
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I was born into this mess
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(just for trust)
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last: CRASH FORCE
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there is no answer to a trick question
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but man, if you fail you will taste
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the murder of truth and reality
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everything you know or everything
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you thought you knew will die below
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what shall I do and what should I say
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when the car of power stops by my side
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nothing to say nothing to do - damn
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when the wire is connected to my phone
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everything I know is that there will be
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beard of law, pale lips of knowledge
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elbow bent back and no one to cry
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walk this way, talk when I say
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wanna know why
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this floor is very slippery
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next
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