| Somebody… anybody…everybody…everybody
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| Move, break loose, stand up do it now
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| You, hands up, shake loose, through it now (repeat)
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| Do it now, do it now do it… now
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| Now my momma told me never to speak unless spoken to
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| But silence of a million men could only serve a few
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| A large amount of words get lost, and i promise you
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| Alot of people missing the point inside a ryhme or two
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| How bout if you get a megaphone to shout
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| Whether with or without it’s nothing without clout
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| But i’ll emit a shot in the dark without aim
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| In a hope to make light of the truth to make evident
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| They must be caught in an irrelevant inaudible embellishment
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| We oughtta get em bent of applaudable intelligence
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| Headnodable development noble in resemblance
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| And call the bull we all invent, vocally with evidence
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| Locally in settlements we hope to be the peasants
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| Who have broken free like veterans in hopes to see the heavens
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| When it opens well be brethren, the dawn of forever
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| Until then no surrender singing love songs together like…
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| Bridge
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| What i’m yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
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| If nobody pays attention at all it’s just noise
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| Rez
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| They might raise there hands by the two’s but are they listening
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| To the music or just enjoying the view
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| Using rap as a promotion tool that’s that emotionally
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| Fueled with a passion that’s just as true as the ocean is
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| Blue to get the masses to move is just is secondary now
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| To necessity task of barring this good news
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| Bridge
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| What i’m yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
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| If nobody pays attention at all it’s just noise
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| Man i’d rather not be heard… then to be heard
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| On tape propagating miscellaneous words
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| Hook
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| Get us in, let us in, through it all we better win
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| The music’s dead within if you do it all for record spins
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| Or a check with ten zeros its clear yo
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| The mirror effect but it dont reflect a hero
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| There i said it you, get it in your stereo
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| Let me live or let me go
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| Whatever it is let me know
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| Cus the radio ain’t makin room for all that we say
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| And if they playing us well they must be some crazy d.j.'s
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| Somebody told me never talk to the crowd
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| Cus they’re missing what your saying on stage and when you’re playing
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| Just scat your rhythm patterns scattered over the drum beat
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| I’d rather utilize my voice to speak
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| I was told that the show could move your mind and feet
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| And fill the space with the essence of old soul caressing
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| The mic hold a message like a mother holds a carriage
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| So hold you ears and questions cuz we’re blaring it loud
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| Bridge
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| What i’m yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
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| If nobody pays attention at all it’s just noise
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| There’s a wise man speaking a lesson to learn even
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| If the lesson ain’t reaching them all, gotta believe in the fact
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| If you holla somebody’ll holla back
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| But we suffer for a lack of the focus to keep track of it all
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| I ain’t saying i react to it all
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| But when i feel it got to give an applause
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| Bridge
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| What i’m yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
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| If nobody pays attention at all it’s just noise
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| Everybody wanna play but i’m done with these toys we the last humans looking
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| for life in these droids |