| From genesis to exodus
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| From homelessness to extra plush
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| From Flesh to dust
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| These unexplained intense secrets, is it a form of control or coincidence
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| The war is on, i saw a fire in the storm
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| Shaytan got his arms and picking people for bonds
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| Putting people at harm, they killing and stealing alms
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| Prison is like another simile for a farm
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| Goin' on…
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| Bombs burst and blast beyond heat
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| Leave crowded streets encased in concrete
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| Innocent lives taken, the taste in non sweet
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| Despite this handshaking is peace beyond reach?
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| They went from helium flights to meteorites
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| Who’s the most watched on T.V. tonight?
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| They feeding you like a baby needing pedialyte
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| Leading you right to believing you believe n' you right
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| Is it coincidence that some claim to be warriors?
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| Cos shady characters motives are ulterior
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| Silly cos you believe that they down to earth but they fake really
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| Tucked in the dirt like a snake deli
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| Get ready
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| And if you willin' and able
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| Connect your mind power like some jumper cables
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| Filthier than dirt in your navel they try and disable
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| Telling you fibs and fables and attempt to betray you
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| But I… keep stepping, dipping, moving and dodging
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| And im never surprised when opposition arises
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| It’s critical ??? |
| can’t stop the progress
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| Controlled coincidence? |
| its fate that knows best
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| No matter, right or wrong, it’s still going on
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| No matter, right or wrong, it’s still going on
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| The war is on provoked by global fascists
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| While here at home they harass lower classes
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| Smashes using tear gas to clash with the masses
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| Officers rolling quick with whips and moustaches
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| Pac got got and Biggie got Shot. |
| Coincidence or not
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| When’s this shit gon' stop
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| My momma told me to count the ones I got
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| Just look at how far me and 2na have got
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| We’re telling there’s compromise of an artists soul
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| And this compromise is another form of control
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| It’s the opposite of sprite cos at first the scene shifts
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| Your image is everything and your thirst don’t mean shit
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| Thats it, the ins and outs
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| Definites and doubts, how’s, who’s and abouts
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| Coincidence you hearin' these word from out my mouth
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| Got your head moving and shaking, bouncing about
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| Dousing the drought, cos this countries consciousness
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| Is controlled the word free does not exist
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| Atleast who exists?, one fist for pure consciousness
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| Where people live in a rhythm of bliss
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| But since, time is ending and space is endless
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| One minute celebrity and the next you straight friendless
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| All you have is a heart and a song
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| And controlled coincidence is what keeps this whole shit goin on
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| No matter, right or wrong, it’s still going on
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| No matter, right or wrong, it’s still going on |