| A degenerated state, I’m being kind to our position
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| Impossible to debate opposition that lacks vision
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| What passed for wisdom
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| Inherently known to infants
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| Mangled adult psyche, terrified of all that’s different
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| I thought we’ve grown… I shoulda known better
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| True Knowledge shown but these drones are all tethered
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| Our skin is mad thick so we endure the harshest weather
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| From bullets or blankets to bullets or ballots, whatever
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| Attack this canvas till I fill that granite casket
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| Perhaps so rabid we bring it back to scalps and hatchets
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| These muthafukas worship Reagan and Margaret Thatcher!
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| I guarantee that MY idols are much Blacker!
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| Sick of, Simplified Slogans
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| For minds that ain’t open
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| I’m tired muthafuka, I told you I’m done hoping
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| No sense to raise fist if your mental ain’t potent
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| Kept my core molten
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| My people remain focused!
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| (Mi gente) 2x
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| Approach to life remains basic, I ain’t chasing your fabricated dreams
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| I thrive low-key behind scenes
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| Create & Destroy, Nah mean?
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| My world wide connects leave the average heads perplexed
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| Speak wit yo chest, but come correct wit your intent
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| No time for argument
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| I speak in Dälek
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| Raised on cement malcontent getting bent
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| Deadverse Massive! |
| The crew I represent
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| The 99% Those inclined towards dissent
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| The ones who reinvent
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| Those who wonder where the rhymes went
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| We them bastards from that hostile environment
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| Verbal assault similar to how that iron spit
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| That angry Spic. |
| Quick-witted lip
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| Subsonic soul that persists, I ain’t shit
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| But I’ll test them li-mits
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| You’ll get what you get
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| A man on a mic that exists to resist!
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| Sick of, Simplified Slogans
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| For minds that ain’t open
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| I’m tired muthafuka, I told you I’m done hoping
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| No sense to raise fist if your mental ain’t potent
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| Kept my core molten
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| My people remain focused!
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| (Mi gente) 2x |