| I was just lounging
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| Staring at the clock, right?
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| I could feel the world turn
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| Burn when it got right
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| Something came over me
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| Through me, splattered on a loose sleeve
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| Profusely, the youth need
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| To follow where the truth leads
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| I’ve walked the wild side with no read
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| With demons pitching pills for dirt cheap
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| Saying, «I've got what you need.»
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| Low down dirty sinful
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| Heavy bankroll
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| Worked every angle
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| Converse with angels
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| They say these are the end days
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| A time of retribution
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| We point to the sky
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| And chart the planet’s movements
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| But can’t measure the cause and effect of thoughts
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| And would rather stargaze the night away
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| And play connect the dots
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| Or watch Asher Roth child on the Magnavox
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| And all your favorite rappers throwing up the rock
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| I’m at a loss
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| It’s not a diss it’s more
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| Dismissive of big business
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| Not in my interest
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| The night I was born
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| The Moon turned to fire red
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| My poor mother cried, «the Gypsy was right»
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| And she fell down, right down baby
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| Yep we’re mislead
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| We don’t get a bad genre for walking the cliff’s edge
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| Either wind up dead or sick in the head
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| Get your mind right
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| Infinite potential but the physical is finite
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| I’ll stick a needle in the all seeing eye
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| Release the most high, that you beasts demonize
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| We all fall and rise
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| Alter our lives
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| And tear down the walls of your large enterprise
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| My mind’s eye’s opening wide
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| Catch a fork-tongued demon by the tail
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| But all joking aside
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| I do not make deals with devils
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| Soul rebel
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| The Moon’s a fiery red
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| It’s raining rose petals
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| And everything’s dreamlike
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| Everything’s changing
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| The fisher of souls will pull a shark out the main stream
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| I’m maintaining
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| I was cool and now I’m staring at the clock and got lost in a daydream
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| (uh huh) x 3
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| The night I was born
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| The Moon turned to fire red
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| My poor mother cried, «the Gypsy was right»
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| And she fell down, right down baby
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| In the belly of the beast
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| Where police on a centipede
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| Creep in the street
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| Then they reach for their piece and squeeze
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| And then the enemy is gonna sleep
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| When they see an enemy’s in the deep
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| I’m in need of release
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| When the evil feeds on the meek
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| Gotta keep both feet on the ground
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| Speak through the beats that pound
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| Coveting a district, city, and town
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| Hold me down
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| If you don’t hold me down
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| Put these devils in a hole in the ground
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| Unholy ground
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| Take a look around
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| Tell me what the world needs now
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| I was just lounging, I could feel a turn
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| I could feel it breathing deep
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| Universal man, with the world in the palm of your hands
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| Now’s no time to sleep
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| (wake up) |