Same misery, different postcode /

Pyongyang projects, Philly strongholds //

They got a Dear Leader, we got a block code /

Both'll get you killed for less than what the phone hold //

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VERSE 1 (Jadakiss flow – pause 1 beat after every / )

Bullet holes in the playground, missile holes in the map /

Same child different flag, same hunger different trap /

They march for the sun — we march for the pack /

Your Dear Leader a corpsе, my Dear Leader a strap //

[ad-lib: "Yeah that's real"]

Ricе bowl empty, EBT declined /

Your state says "work," my state says "do the time" /

Both got a bunker, both got a shrine /

Yours is Kim Il-sung, mine is a nine //

[ad-lib: "Cock back"]

Juche said "self-reliance" — that's just a fancy word /

For waking up to gunshots like a fucking mockingbird /

North Philly orphan, Pyongyang blurred /

Same torn photograph, same story absurd //

[ad-lib: "Absurd... yeah"]

They got mass games, we got mass incarceration /

Same puppet strings, different puppet nation /

Your propaganda's red, my propaganda's blue /

Same blood on the pavement — (whisper) who the fuck you foolin', you? //

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HOOK

(Choir) We march for the leader —

(Rapper) THAT'S THE CORNER /

(Choir) No hunger tomorrow —

(Rapper) THAT'S A WARNING //

(Together) Two Koreas in body, one Philly in soul /

Third world in the shadows, watch the anthem unfold /

(Rapper alone, staccato)

SAME DIRT. SAME COLD. SAME STORY. SOLD. /

SAME DIRT. SAME COLD. SAME STORY. SOLD. /

(Choir whisper) Same concrete… different flag… //

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VERSE 2 (Beanie Sigel flow – run-on lines, breathe only at // )

Let me take you to the Badlands where the sun don't shine unless it's gunfire /

Kids play hide-and-seek with a syringe and a choir of sirens — //

Pyongyang got parades, we got processions for the lifeless /

Same dead silence, just different types of tyrants //

[ad-lib: "Different types"]

You think Juche is harsh? Try Section 8 with a murder charge /

Try waking up to SWAT at 6 AM 'cause your neighbor told 'em you stash the work — //

They got labor camps, we got Laurel Highlands /

Same orange uniform, same fence, same vanished man //

[ad-lib: "He gone"]

I seen a 14-year-old stand tall in a kangaroo court /

Judge said "state property" — shorty said "report to the fort" //

That's North Philly's version of a "re-education" resort /

Same chains, different port — same blood, different sport //

[ad-lib: "Different sport, yeah"]

So don't you stand there with your Red Cross and your CNN camera /

Same poverty, different banner — I'm starving, you're a hammer //

North Philly to North Korea — that's a straight diagonal /

(whisper) Same animal in the same damn kennel, just a different manual //

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HOOK (repeat with second choir harmony)

(Choir) We march for the leader —

(Rapper) THAT'S THE DOPE MAN /

(Choir) No hunger tomorrow —

(Rapper) THAT'S A ROPE MAN //

(Together, rapper growling)

Two Koreas in body, one Philly in soul /

Third world in the shadows, watch the anthem unfold /

(Rapper) SAME DIRT. SAME COLD. SAME STORY. SOLD. /

SAME DIRT. SAME COLD. SAME STORY. SOLD. /

(Choir) Same concrete… (rapper) SAME BLOOD /

(Choir) Different flag… (rapper) SAME MUD //

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BRIDGE (beat drops to 808s + child's voice)

(Child's voice, spoken, telephone EQ)

"In North Korea, citizens must show loyalty to the Supreme Leader." //

(pause)

"In North Philadelphia, citizens must show loyalty to the block." //

(pause)

"Same rule. Different name." //

(Beat slams back – rapper screaming)

NO LEADER BUT THE STREETS! /

NO FLAG BUT THE SHEET THEY WRAP YOU IN WHEN YOU COMPLETE! /

Pyongyang to Philly — that's a direct repeat /

Same hunger, same heat, same skull beneath the cleats //

(spoken, like Beans)

Yeah. That's that real. Y'all ain't ready for that. //

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OUTRO HOOK (half tempo, overlapping)

(Choir slow, like a funeral)

We march for the leader… we march for the sun… /

(Rapper over it, talking now)

Ain't no sun in North Philly in December /

Just a moon made of gun smoke and a prayer you remember /

You think Pyongyang dark? Come slide through the Badlands /

Same shadows, same dead man's hands //

(Choir fades to whisper)

Same concrete… different flag… /

(Single gunshot. El train screech. 2 seconds silence.)

(Child's voice, barely audible)

Same mud. //

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