| The Necronomicon got us starving like ramadan
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| Standing road side with a piece of cardboard for chinese Juan
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| Isolate the subject from his friends family and his co workers
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| Minimum wage means no purchase, no job — no purpose
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| Run around praise the lord in churches
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| I pray to God my old sins don’t surface
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| The 1st testament God gets jealous
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| Look at what he did to impress us
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| He stopped the world with a nuclear weapon
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| I beg him, please grant us one thousand years of peace
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| The East visit the West, the West visits the East
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| Brother should not war with brother
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| Our ancestors were stubborn
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| They kicked the can down the road for nothing
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| The burden of being black and murdered
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| Being whacked behind the curtain
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| But what if you really didn’t deserve it?
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| Doesn’t matter, they want blood — no less, no more
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| We are consumed by war, a slave class ya’ll
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| Scraps on the table, forage for more food when I am able
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| So much abundance, praise Azazel
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| You have no heart, you have no conscious
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| Completely immoral, God bless the godless
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| Mud water boots drying off by the book of Genesis
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| A new way of life is imminent
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| You ain’t special, they gonna get you
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| I ain’t talking about nobody in particular, it’s hypothetical
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| Think critical, reticle scan by sentinel
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| Everybody left the theatre sad but it was memorable
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| Cross over the boarder to Mexico
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| Pepe said «yo, if I was you, I would do that slow»
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| The God Zilla Nimrod, tomahawk look from the side
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| He screamed out he was from Brooklyn with pride
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| I refugee from guantanmo bay
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| But I ain’t gotta go there for me to say it that way
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| Black rock, tungsten padlocks, land locked
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| No trash box, they said it was toxic, the readings were hot
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| They water boarded Mos Des, woke up couldn’t go back to sleep
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| Blacktronica lounge, it was Tanya and me
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| We danced around in shanty town wearing hand me downs, wow
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| Back from the war, I drink brandy now
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| Whiskey sour after sundown, low crawl on the ground
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| Got sand in my mouth, I’m in Miami now, snapped out of it
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| Didn’t know where I was, she messed up my buzz
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| She don’t love me — but she gimmie massage
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| And no matter how bad things turn out today
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| When I watch her dance — it all goes away
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| A golden kazakh eagle saors over Hajj
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| Looking down at the crowds, it was just a mirage
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| The tenants in the house of cards
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| Are too big to jail behind bars
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| Their problems too big to solve
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| The body cannot be free when the mind is in prison
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| Ears that hear are no match for ears that listen
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| Eyes that see are no match for eyes that see through
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| Yes — I am a slave, and so are you
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| Bless, ignorance, weakness is a symptom of innocence
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| Pay your pennance, go join the prisoners
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| Chemtrails, airborne spills, destroy you sense of smell
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| Die now — die later, heads or tails
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| Photovoltaic array at red dawn before that day
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| Exactly what I saw I cannot say
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| In case you haven’t noticed I practice patience — focus
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| Freemason emotion, cold — the coldest
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| Pagans and their potions, kidnap you under the oceans
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| It’s hard to believe sea monsters wear clothing
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| Some live in the present, some live in the future
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| It doesn’t matter cause we all live inside a computer
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| I was a mobile cell phone owener, wireless station controller
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| It didn’t help my radiation exposure
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| From the higgs boson fermions and protons
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| At this rate I will always discover more songs
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| Upset, bored, nothing else to do but record
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| Or spend time with family and get ignored
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| No electricity of course
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| Now we can all sit down at the table and be a family of four
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| A great new attitude on life, in spite of being loved only a little
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| And even less liked
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| Find your ambitious side, the oods greatly stacked against my kind
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| But I still gotta try I ain’t hating on the rich and the famous
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| I just hate the way they played us
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| They never give us qual exchanges
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| No individuals are named, they allocate false blame
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| No change just more of the same
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| They’re inspired by their desires
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| A steady stream of water projected between a ring of fire
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| A pyre of fire
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| The devil never compromises, the leaders were wrong
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| Judgement comes down from the skies and fries us all
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| That’s why they dropped the ball! |