Dass die offizielle Geschichte des 11. September ein Sack voll Lügen ist, gilt in der alternativen Gemeinde als erwiesen. Doch was geschah nun wirklich? Eine neue Serie von Enthüllungen eines ehemaligen Mitarbeiters der russischen Geheimdienste schockiert selbst jene, die gedacht hatten, längst hinter den Schleier zu blicken. Wie genau wurden die Gebäude des WTC zum Einsturz gebracht? Die Analyse eines Fachmanns für nukleare Sprengungen kommt zu einem schockierenden Ergebnis. Die YouTube User Buschrapper und MainstreamSmasher shiften Euch nun in die 2nd Edition, der Wahrheit, was am 11. September 2001 wirklich passierte. Diese Dokumentation fasst den Artikel von Dimitri Khalezov in Wort, Bild und Video zusammen, so wie er im Nexus Magazin Heft Nr. 31 zu lesen war.

1995 [Intro: Layzie Bone] East 1999 my niggas [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doing my crime With Toot and Hen, steady stacking my ends Putting my serve down on the Clair 9-9 Hitting up the Graveyard Shift with Ren Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone Little Wally High Rollerz and he wonder why niggas so strong Krayzie Bone, Stack, Rod Jay, much love Kept a nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang Gotta make a grand at least daily, man Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters, thug to the heart We niggas from the land fool, and the old school Just serve out ya sentence and be cool Fucking with Trues, Rest in Peace Little nigga RIPsta stress that Bone love Smoking on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug Calling up my niggas when it's time to nut up In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one With your gun so run, run Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from Slanging them dum-dum-dum-dums [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] Niggas it's going down up in the C-Town Get 'em up with a thug and the nigga with the bud Got the fifth of Rose 'Fore the liquor store close, hit 'em up with the forty reasons Nigga, roll up the Buddha Smoke it all up, nigga, don't stiff on the reefer Mo running up outta the club with this Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper, peep the Strip as you hear the double Glock-Glock Widda me rocks cocked, sweating me bad Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop Glock top hit the body and the bullshit stop Whenever them troubling us Where the po-po niggas roll solo, split up and swerve Krayzie take caution, take out my yayo and tossed it Send 'em in the road to the curb Running, ducking Jumping up in the land, my niggas is crazy We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock And my nigga, that's daily Who the nigga with the twelve-gauge pump? Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface so you better pray Eternally thugsta, East 1999, we rep to the death, what! [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] Gotta give peace to the SCTs And the one big thug on the Glock Pump blast to the cash Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops Now Li'l Mo Heart steadily sippin' on Rose Ripping up flesh with six fours That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dropping 'em off in dumpsters Fuck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll never learn Gotta dip mo' thin ones in sherm When I'm on a mission for my city Pick the niggas be peeling out with me Me roll up the window, the wind blow Fuck up my indo high that’s hitting me Even if the barrels of me twelve-gauge are empty, me scandalous Niggas up outta the woods bucking, no fucking with the family Now feel it nigga, understand me Much love, much bud for them St. Clair Thugs East 99 is where you'll find me slanging me motherfucking drugs You might also like Mr. Bill Collector Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Da Introduction Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Crossroad Bone Thugs-N-Harmony [Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone] Dun dun, leaving the niggas to cock it, pop widda me gun They know that me nodding they head off and I gots to have me fun Leaving 'em hung, breaking, faking, you studio gangsta bitch, trick Niggas'll get beat, I'm handling the shit and I split in the midst of the darkness Consider me heartless, oh yes, Flesh be running a ho check Betta check your Rolex, ya timed now for giving up respect To them SCTs from C-L-E plus scandalous niggas that dwell Hell off of the forscythe and bail, leaving a trail of The bloody victims, the Fifth Dog mauling 'em all And never them catch me slipping And sipping the fifth of divine They may give me time instead a me tripping We flipping the scripts on over, see the Bone a-be never sober Niggas told you, triggers showed you, East 9-9, five soldiers [Verse 5: Wish Bone] Wanna run, red rum, try to run and get away but it's just too late Watch out, buckshots when I come, buck buck Better guard that fucking face Dumping them slugs on you fools Rolling with me Trues, drinking brews Don't start no shit, we come equipped so niggas stay cool 187, you think that you going to Heaven Put slugs all up in that chest and Now Hell is where you be dwelling Popping a clip in them bodies me dumping Watching you fall to the pave With me nine milli pumping Putting them bodies all off in them graves [Outro: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony] Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run) Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run) Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run) Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run) (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine (East 99) East