| I did the dirty work and kindly cut my piece first
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| Called in sick, still showed up on time, I’m the worst
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| We don’t even have to argue I’m checked out inert
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| My lawyer argued I gave the green away like Starburst
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| Chapter and verse
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| The Devil quote, better than the pastor at your church
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| Jungle Fever as you know curses thirst
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| The bottomless hole
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| Down bottom you gotta let some things go
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| You better know
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| I listen to their stories and hear what wasn’t told
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| Tap to the side of the nose
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| Word to the wise
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| Don’t do nothing with them guys
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| Refuse the second cuppa like 'Oh my, look at the time'
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| Crackling fire to keep his wit dry
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| Dour in the English countryside
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| Whip like horse and buggy
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| Buddy it ain’t no free ride
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| Paul Kagame fake nice guy
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| The type White people like
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| But Negroes like 'Bredrin it not worth your life'
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| Hit dog holla but will it bite?
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| White Supremacist living in squalor but ranting 'bout Kikes on The Internet
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| He pressed 'Like'
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| Don’t worry it’s just a meme
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| It’s a just a meme
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| My hands clean
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| Say oh ha
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| Say oh ha
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| It was already stolen when I stole it
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| I’m on the pavement corner waiting for old White men to die
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| Time served
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| Private collides
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| But we can’t fuck our way to liberation
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| Age of awakening
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| A mass conscious manipulation
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| Humanity’s an Anunnaki computer simulation
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| This virus can’t be contained
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| All that remains
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| Mix a couple pints of Lean in the quarantine
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| God speed
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| Blood thick
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| Came from the mud with it
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| My philosophy, half 'Come swallow me'
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| Half recognising the toxic ideology I was born into
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| All my skin folk ain’t my kin folk
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| Kicked out the window to my soul
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| I feel destructive
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| Dearly my beloved
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| Self-Immolation
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| You hear me now
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| 60 Hertz hum
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| Gears of war
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| Grind them down
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| Killing sound
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| Throw that ass in a circle
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| Sprinkling Hash with the Purple
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| One thing is for certain
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| Our Prophets have come and gone
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| Nothing ever really dies the light only change form
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| Murder more murder more murder more
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| Writer of the storm
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| At war with the mystic
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| Horn in the distance
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| They don’t read enough poetry to flow with me
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| Brethren, Sistren and Gender-Fuck
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| No weapon formed to hinder us
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| Freedom not given but deliberately engineered
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| No mystery hidden
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| It’s all in the clear
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| Worse for the wear
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| Light burst from a flare
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| Impenetrable black
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| They scared to say it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fanon's Ghost , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Rome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп