| Rock and roll nigga
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| Half-breed mulatto faux pas
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| Bleach out my darkness
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| Blend me into the bourgeoisie
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| The darkest arts, the blackest magic
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| A sleight of hands to blot-out all of my savage
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| I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
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| I’m just a bad magic trick
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| I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
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| I’m both the lynched and the mob
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| I’m just a bad magic trick
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| Miscegenated
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| Cross-pollinated
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| The misdirection
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| The self-deception
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| Self-loathing
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| Self-hatred
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| The darkest arts, the blackest magic
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| The alchemy of twisted acid
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| The darkest arts, the blackest magic
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| The odd man out, the family secret
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| Brand me a liar, brand me a thief
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| Some see the skin, some see what’s trapped underneath
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| Where do you run when you’re running from yourself?
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| From your cells, from the sickle, chop down the tree of your kin
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| I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
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| No, I’m just a bad magic trick |