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Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was always letdown. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they wanted itsublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally. He was always in the middlefor him. On the fields of Brooklyn. They said tone it down. Hillunderstoodthem. But he is hostile.
We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp. Justtroubadours, and put-down to hostiles.
For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and thework of God. They still recognize that many prominent M.C. members arewondeful people. They're warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided.
Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. They call us "shadowy."
Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of theindividual.
Hostile.
Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against rhythmn. Andnow we're old, elite of the damned. Anti-hostile.
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