Verse 1 [J.Ra]
Unwinnable wars fought behind closed doors/
The fiends inhale knowledge gathered from the purest source/
Take a pause, as smog irritates your vocal chords/
Read the messages engraved on the blades of the sword/
The first man to rise shall be the last man to fall/
Stand tall like a wall through gunfights and brawls/
The attack on the track put drum tracks in morgues/
In the fog we await to bum rush your board/
Strike first with the pawns and checkmate the king/
Take the bishop from the side and kidnap the queen/
In a dream, i saw myself rich by nineteen/
Living large in the tropics with fat stacks of cream/
Rearrange the whole system to re-enact my vision/
A man with no mission is a man who ain't living/
The greatest of all treasures can be unearthed by wisdom/
True knowledge of self must always be earned and never given/

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Verse 2 [J.Ra]

Once the darts hit the track the enemy fell back/
The force of impact made jaw bones snap/
Many men stood tall but then laid flat/
No man could react to the speed of the attack/
Im going all in with no intent to fold/
I'll never sell my soul, never tempted by fools gold/
Societies of old try to reshape the globe/
Rise up against the mould and take back control/
The rampage breached the wall without warning/
Actions were justified by bigger portions/
Of the fortune, used as extortion/
The first strike can take life quicker than abortion/