| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
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| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us
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| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
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| So really what’s the word
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| So really what’s the word
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| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
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| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us
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| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
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| Men and women lie so really what’s the word
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| If I’m lying and I’m dying, a killer must emerge
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| Fill a bust to burst 'til I’m feeling up to purge
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| See the world is yours and it ain’t hard to tell
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| Look up in the sky, you can start to smell
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| Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung
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| Nobody should ever fly this close to the sun
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| Wings melted down, flesh felt the burn
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| Tumble to the ground with no self concern
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| Kill an Afghani man or go help the curd
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| Earn a purple heart if you don’t go to hell first
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| Win a Pulitzer or a Nobel prize but they won’t tell why
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| They let those shells fly
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| Got a cosell sign, cosign to sell
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| Sell 'em like phosphorous both sides’ll fail
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| Young men die while the old timers help themselves
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| Staking power but only time will tell
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| Terminate terrorists override the cell
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| Fore a state fell, the government backoo
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| Marine coming home, he covered in tattoo
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| Stuck in the past, post traumatic Iraq mood
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| Iraq’s not Iraq, it’s really Iraq fool
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| Lieutenants say they’re pulling the pilly to pop dudes
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| And citizens in the inner city can not move
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| From Fallujah, Baghdad, Syria, Kabul
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| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
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| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us
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| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
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| So really what’s the word
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| So really what’s the word
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| Everybody gather 'round, I don’t wanna hear a sound
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| When I hit 'em with the motherfucking facts now
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| Bringing everything to light with the universal might
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| So for anybody saving in the background
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| Fuck pigs with a passion for blasting my nade
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| Ain’t even put my brother through a proper pat down
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| How I know I’m finna crack has been a matter of fact
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| They could never see the signal when I crackdown
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| Then now we got 'em murdering the track down
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| We need a reason for they why he had to clap rounds
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| These pigs get to go ahead to pop while
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| We put them in power they only wanna act out
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| Crack files in the pound by the trap house
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| Is open twenty four seven, how they rap 'bout
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| Bee-gees go to be the heat with that clout
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| He breaking even he don’t need to get the cash out
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| I’m figuring I’m in the middle of a war zone
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| They come in weather or not if anyone’s home
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| I don’t imagine they could win a war with no clones
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| They got a pin on everybody with a go phone
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| You might as well be a middle man in the midi
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| A black cloud’s covering every bit of the city
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| You never see us coming together and it’s a pity
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| We all pissed off, the situation is shitty
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| See we need to band together, swear to never run
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| No retreat and no surrender when whoever come
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| Fighting for freedom is a battle that ain’t ever done
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| And if you break it, they just build a bigger better one
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| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
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| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us
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| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
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| So really what’s the word
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| So really what’s the word |