| Yeah, the fate is in our hands
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| Equilibrium, Boogiemonsters, 1998
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| (Verse 1: Celph Titled)
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| Haunted by the opticals, exhibiting the man within myself
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| Parallel vision with no mirror in my possession
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| Seek help in this digression, consciously aware
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| A piece of human kind specifically designed for serving Jehovah
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| The hope for peace is over
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| The future correlates to actions executing themselves
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| Presently to the third degree
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| To the maximum, the year 1 comma 9−9-8
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| Nuclear buttons are controlling my fate
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| Hallucinate myself behind bars, there’s nothing I can do
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| Watch my brother self-destruct, affected with eternal flu
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| Technology advances advanced into potential danger
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| Government officials soon seek employment at the 18th hanger
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| Question the theory that one person makes a change
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| Stand up for your beliefs or all perceptions stay the same
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| From now until then, most people play the back seat
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| In this atmospherical taxi without paying fee
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| The problems persistent, misguided by the plush existence
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| Look at my hands, I realize just exactly who I am
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| Cause it was always here, when will it ever go away
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| The answer to that question comes with judgment day
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| (Chorus: Celph Titled)
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| If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition
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| Realize what you do and start to make the right decision
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| If you’re seeking trouble, time to change your position
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| Our generation can’t survive in critical conditions
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| (Verse 2: Vex)
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| My voice travels miles from the middle east of Florida
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| Toward the vital information through your corridor
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| The New World Order the ill plot to lock blocks
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| Watch the poor on they monitors resort to selling rocks
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| Society’s the pyramid on the back of the dollar
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| Minorities the bottom rung, the middle rung is the scholars
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| Moving up in the degrees in masonic fraternities
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| Like the order Louis representing the beast
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| Infantries infiltrating they every wicked move
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| With recognizant tactics that be locking the groove
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| A record, so you can check it, respect it and know the truth
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| Babylon’s a war, I fight this war with proof
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| For black youth who ain’t free but just emancipated
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| Like fifty percent of brothers in DC incarcerated
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| Still, we can be faded, that’s what America’s so jaded
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| Change the whole frame of the game and how they played it
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| But we get assassinated by press like OJ
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| But when Clinton page whores and wage wars, it’s ok
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| I break these lines of defense like sports and take no shorts
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| When I’m out in the streets or approaching the bench in circuit courts
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| My battles are fought, the narrow path is sought
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| Yo, my soldiers bring the wrath of God and can’t be bought
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| If you brought the KKK and the pope, you couldn’t enslave the voice
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| That collapsed the matron to an enclave
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| I dropped a jewel and save a pearl from the swine
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| Corrupt they minds, keeping this jam shining in the nines
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| Powerless cause power refines, you gained spine catch a house arrest anklet
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| Tracked by GPS, information and location beamed to satellites
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| You thought you could dead it yo, but you can’t battle right, take my advice
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| Or wise up on your mission, hot metal can’t change the ghetto’s critical
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| condition
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| If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition
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| Realize what you do and start to make the right decision
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| If you’re seeking trouble, time to change your position
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| Our generation can’t survive in critical conditions
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| (Verse 3: Dutchmassive)
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| The organic cyborg deport from a tape deck
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| Dastardly fall off glass mirror with no concept
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| Ironic, I was created from Chernobyl’s project
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| Outcast into the shadows, a city without logic
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| Peeking out sewer drains, I learned from society
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| So half humanoids is mutant plus they rioting
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| Vital information journalists remain silent
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| Saturday morning cartoons consist of sins and acts of violence
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| Now I’m violent, bringing up violent attack mode
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| I have cloned human vortex to avoid a barcode
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| Conditions for the future are decided through the present
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| Indefinite, through genetics, I was raised to be intrepid
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| Forget utopia, junk planet is my reality
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| I used to dream about life as a peaceful art gallery
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| Top secret ways of living, citizens controlled by hard drive
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| Lives covered by government to androids with snake eyes
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| If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition
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| Realize what you do and start to make the right decision
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| If you’re seeking trouble, time to change your position
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| Our generation can’t survive in critical conditions |