| Abolitionist crew, what you wanna do?
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| Intricate Dialect, Silas Green
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| Yeah, yeah, so serious
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| Yo, fuck any young nigga out here tryna counterfeit the essence
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| Of a psychedelic message’s metaholistic presence
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| Shaky new age bullshit, flaky blue face cool kids
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| Taking the caged fools and faking a sage toolkit
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| Pathetic postering, wasting the day’s uses
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| Harness the electric focus, could break the displayed fuses
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| But these kids just fake collage the mystic magic symbols together
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| Except with no attempt to be intentionally clever
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| It’s a superstitious hustle, new nigga persona shuffle
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| A shitty, contrived slavemaster moral religious struggle
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| Their ritualist misogyny, masked masculine matrix
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| Their mass mask of discourse of necrophilic abasement
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| Sadistic numbnuts sittin' round and waitin'
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| The justice of the goddess is castration
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| Archetypal sadistic god kings, testicles separated
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| Become a gaggle of shiteating cowards fallen from grace
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| A manic machismo force 'bout to force in reactor space
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| Is unfolding manhood’s interior empty network of mazes
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| The guides to psychic of mystic centers of power
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| And stifles an active force that can crush a bone into powder
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| Watching lifeless bodies drop, hour after hour
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| After violence of a deafening silence just gets louder
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| I got more so don’t ignore if you can take it
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| And those who can’t can break and let your hottie body shake it
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| Let 'em know they ain’t ready, they ain’t ready
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| Is that a knife? |
| You’re goin' against a machete
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| Get ready, do whatever that thou will
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| Over here, we helpin' the culture build
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| That’s love, somethin’s changin', I can feel it
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| Within this fake world, we expose and reveal it
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| Go back to my loom and we plot what the dealie
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| When the dollar drop, it don’t really matter how many
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| Got gold on my mind, I already got a shovel
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| On my Tony Robbins, all I gotta do is hustle like we Wes Craven
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| Hypernormalisation, type to entice a nation for psychological takin' over
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| I’m buildin' a Mars rover
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| Somethin' to show the youngest it’s ok to start over
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| While you up there, remember the resources
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| Do you what you gotta, remember the recourses
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| Generation fake it till I take it
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| Branded in broad day just to burn the faces off of ice ages
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| Young Connecticut’s steppin' over red planet sediments
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| Snappin' necks of replicants effortlessly (Easy)
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| Shafrikan American emeritus, style war veterans traffickin' asparagus
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| We paralyze your larynx and realign the narratives
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| Avalon to Babylon, situation perilous
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| Spirit of Selassie, in sequence with Fibonacci
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| They try to dress these demons in sequins like Liberace
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| I swing the blade, it sound like a Hanzo
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| Slice the beasts into thirds, let 'em die slow
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| And y’all know
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| Let 'em know they ain’t ready, they ain’t ready
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| Is that a knife? |
| You’re goin' against a machete
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| Get ready, do whatever that thou will
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| Over here, we helpin' the culture build
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| These verses are wrapped in the cloak of a free spirit praxis
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| Woven inside a zone of raw autonomous action
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| Beyond the back-and-forth, steady by an act of force
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| At the source, out of the void avoiding a backward course
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| Operating from a biophilic framework
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| Means developing a higher tolerance for pain first
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| Peep the solar soldier’s clenched black fist
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| Afrocosmonaut, no escape velocity backdrift
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| Fulfills the need that our people heed and get on the ship
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| Fleeing from a white supremacy guided apocalypse
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| We’ll leave a crooked literary cracker’s back broke
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| Dreaming science fictional futures without black folks
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| And now refocusing, same old rappers are joking
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| These random asshole promoters who shattered half of the local scenes
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| With these bloggers and magazine phonies
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| The falsely esteemed cronies
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| Opinions for screens only, machine droning
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| Overhyping simple nigga dibs punchlines
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| Made for a segregated elementary school’s lunchtimes
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| Ain’t no reason for you to be the minstrel
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| Character will break their barriers with pad and pencils
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| At least me and Itski keep the practices organic
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| Peep the occult ontological panoramics
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| Unveiling the secret crevices of the mind’s reach
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| Keeping it live, sexy and fly, divine speech
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| What y’all want? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Culture Shuffle , by - Dabrye. Song from the album Three/Three Instrumentals, in the genre Электроника