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I sense someone's tappin' into my phones, why do I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon? The FBI might be tryin' to pull my file soon I might be walkin' blindfold into a typhoon I might be seein' rockets light up the night sky Right outside the window of my living room And if they do, you can say good night And bye-bye to them my tunes If I don't try to record as much before I do The plan is to have as many in the can as I can As I stand before you in this booth a walking-dead man Blank stare, dead pan, look on my face As I gaze into space, as I wait to be scooped up in that van As I mysteriously disappear into thin air And they gonna say a sniper just appeared outta nowhere And I'll go down in the history as the bloodsuckin' leech Who hid behind the freedom of speech Tried to take the 5th Amendment, use it, twist it and bend it And ended up dyin' the villain, not the hero, splendid Stupendous way to end this I can feel the tremors tremendous In remembrance of September 11th Flashback to September 7th When 2Pac was murdered in Vegas He said it, he predicted his own death, let us never forget it Should we ever live to regret it Like the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated in broad day By the crazed lunatic with a gun Who just happened to work on the same block In the library book depository Where the President would go for a little Friday stroll Shots fired from the grassy knoll But they don't know, or do they? Who's they for them to say "touché"? We're all vulnerable and it's spook-ay This is about as kook-ay as I've ever felt now Count down to nuclear meltdown Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You can run, you can do what you want to But you know you ain't gonna do nothin' When it's time, it's your time, you are the prime target You have become Public Enemy number one