Day 93

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[The Manchurian Candidate sample] A normally-conditioned American, who has been trained to kill and then to have no memory of having killed. Without memory of his deed, he cannot possibly feel guilt. Nobody, of course, has any reason to fear being caught. He cannot possibly give himself away. And I should say, if properly used, entirely police-proof [Intro: Ka] Yo son, you in the crib? Alright, do me a solid, come downstairs, open the door for me Let me get off the block for a second... [Verse 1: Ka] (Forever) Egregious jewels speak the truth, a looted G, chop the grey Plot a play for the newest V with black biscuit At risk of doing three I'm fluent in truant From sewer to the bluest sea Penning craft, genuine draft, the brew is free Here's a ill sketching, but still question (who is he?) On one page, describe slum maze to a tee Soft as tissue take issue, brave do agree Realness looms, silver spoons in the ruins choose wise words as eyes merge goons are influenced If wilding resumes, prowl with the tools No sheep clothing, I wear wolf, howl at the moon Trained for life, elude the shrewds, fame enticed, so rugged, cold-blooded my veins is ice Thoughts I'm giving worth more than cost of living on slated costs. Taking shorts for bidding Where I'm sitting they get it clicking and nights rocking Ain't have no threads, it's roach eggs and mice droppings Foulest turf, try to ply your earth like oxy Bills truce, still move as if vice watching [Chorus: Ka] I'm wondering if them sirens for me I'm wondering if them sirens for me [Verse 2: Ka] The hardest grime, this is borrowed time My wrists bring much to give, it's cargo rhyme Resume say starve yesterday, tomorrow dying Conveyed the stress with ALS, started lying Got loose with hands to land with strict guns Now fools bite you assault rifles, big drums I'm paid path, today's math get sums They form press, catch long stress for quick runs, hold a piece Still clothed in a golden fleece Raw pledge as crazy bald heads comb the streets Fact is, no statement retracted, prone to reach It's feet first, heat burst, domes are breached No coming back from that, black, Holmes's deceased They pissed cuz we the shit? Heaters rip Got my own back, chrome mag, I don't need a clique Got a queen learn halloween, not to treat a trick, son smart I see a mark, proceed to dip [Chorus: Ka] I'm wondering if them sirens for me Here they come again, I'm wondering if them sirens for me [Outro: Ka] Here they come again