| Tears have been shed
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| Lives have been lost
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| Blood has been spilled
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| Blood on beats
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| Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance
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| Pissin their pants for opportunities and disappear into a bar stool
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| Pardon you for thinkin I forgot about
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| The way that children act when the stars come out
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| It would be too much like right for them to tune up their sight and then
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| Pursue something tight within, the blue ugly life they’re in
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| Liked your grimace but I must admit it’s been a while
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| Since my outer adult disciplined your inner child
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| I’ve taught you the limits now when I crack your slumber
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| I expect you to say, «Thank you sir, can I have another?»
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| Your chance to wonder is up (?) enough talkin
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| So they won’t be caught off guard when I’m knockin the dust off em
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| Plus tossin em in a moshpit, my village sacrifices virgin rappers
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| Who don’t do the Rites of Passage
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| Curl em backwards till they faces touch they asses
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| Mail em off to Paraguay and don’t insure the package
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| Burned your vermin asses, learned your nervous habits
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| In turn my current status lefts serpents swervin backwards
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| I rock parties where half the crowd is rappers
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| And analyze my diction as if their opinion matters
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| I splatter patterns of poetic eloquence
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| Mutterin bone shudderin utterin sense, they fluter and twitch
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| The ironic part of it is, I ain’t tryin to scare these kids
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| Just tryin to connect them to the heritage
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| Beneath the outer layer the train is black
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| You just don’t disrespect the people that lay the tracks
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| You love this human expression and they gave you that
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| And so the least y’all can do is try and pay em back
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| I said beneath the outer layer the train is black
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| You just don’t disrespect the people that lay the tracks
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| You love this human expression and they gave you that
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| And so the least y’all can do is try and pay em back
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| You ain’t the first, you will not be the last
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| Contribute
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| Do your shit, step the fuck off
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| You’re not half as important as you think you are
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| Blood on beats
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| Blood on beats |