| It’s very complicated around here
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| Strangers who come out here have problems
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| (What sort of problems?)
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| What? |
| (What sort of problems?)
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| If they catch them, they kill them
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| They don’t ask any questions
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| They just kill people
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| (Why do they do that?)
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| What? |
| They’re paranoid
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| Because they think they’ve come to spy on them
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| They’re paranoid
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| Your stomach hurt the whole night cause you ate too much GMO rice
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| To go along with your GMO life
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| You just a dummy with a smart phone
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| And you belong in the poor social class in the country you call home
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| The old grizzly bear with some nappy ass hair
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| Selfish motherfucker, no honey to spare, yeah
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| Energy shortage, the poor got to pay for it
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| The water is poisonous, wait a couple days for it
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| Third world conditions, no way out
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| Relief’s on the way, they say it could be any day now
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| I say they lying tryna stall you, alter your view
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| The S&M Executioner escort you down the hall
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| To a noose in a FEMA camp freighter caboose
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| I trade a pocket knife for a pair of boots
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| Born as a beggar, die with more spiritual treasure
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| The Nebuchadnezzar letters from dead repossessors
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| Belly up to the bar, half a bottle of Maker’s Mark
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| Shut the fuck up, it ain’t safe to talk
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| By the hook or crook, certainly not ever by the book
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| That’s the reason the world’s so corrupt
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| The bank is like pussy, they tell you it’s yours
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| Soon as you turn your back, they open up they drawers
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| Flugelrads with computer jobs
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| Adam Zakar plays basketball, he just wants cash and cars
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| He lit a match, he wanted to check what’s in his tank
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| That’s why we all call him «skinless Frank»
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| A loss of confidence of leadership
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| They don’t report till they see the shit hit the fan then they plead the fifth
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| Property, gold, Ice Age, cold
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| Es solamente piel y huesos
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| Property, gas gold, Ice Age, cold
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| Es solamente piel y huesos
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| Cursed, blessed, all in the same breath
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| It’s a miracle Germaine got anything left
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| They tell you to relax, then stab you in the back
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| While the world collapse through small covert attacks
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| They observe the boss, a brown nosers' work of art
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| He tells everybody else to leave the room, then removes your heart
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| He says «don't ever turn your back on God»
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| The vampire of emotions and thoughts
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| A few adults hug close in the dark
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| Somebody opens the door, to find out what emotions are for
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| The future is gone, feast your eyes upon the new world at dawn
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| That’s what you get for observing the boss
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| Cursed, blessed, all in the same breath
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| We had all the time in the world, didn’t prep
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| Mercury extracts the gold from the ore
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| The same thing happens when I write metaphors
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| Cinderella and the brown dwarf out taking a walk
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| Then both bodyguards morph into a horse
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| The horse morphs into Leviathan El General
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| Leviathan brimstone and fire emulsifying him
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| 5, 6, 7, 8 limbs count them again
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| I was just standing there in some timbs
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| They had rockets, ratchets and bang sting tactics
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| I don’t know they names but people call them Fascists
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| Couldn’t fight that with practice
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| It’s like you had to go back in time before all of this happened
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| Before sister rebuke the slaves ancient ways
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| What rhymes with Dana Dane? |
| Saint Germaine
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| Salt and pepper flakes of gray, I was ill back in the day
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| Keep pace with the track, tracking the pace
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| Report aliens from outer space, laugh in your face
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| You got nothing to say? |
| You had your chance to escape
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| Handcuffed to an anvil, so when was your chance to escape?
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| Dance with the wolves, handshake with the apes
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| Take a apple from a snake, watch the Fascist put powder on his face
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| Cause he don’t understand how to relate
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| He didn’t even have to use two of his hands
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| Cause nobody lives longer than a nuclear plant
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| We on food stamps, but get rude about school grants
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| We get mad cause we don’t got enough YouTube fans
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| Ebonic super cram, ruin the plan, two suits take a cruise in a van
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| Super advanced, got something called Zeus in his hands
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| Flugelrads with computer jobs, computer program
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| Introduce you to Hip Hop shogun showman
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| Resistance is futile' the battle rifle shoots two miles
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| You got the juice, the Jones look for you now
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| The son of King Neptune, a million dolphins come to my rescue
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| But I didn’t want to impress you
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| Cursed, blessed, all in the same breath
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| Autobot Rock gonna explain the rest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crisis Music , by - Canibus. Song from the album Musiquarium, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп