| Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
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| When the karma come back 'round, don’t let me down
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| Babe, there’s a time to stand your ground
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| Even if one of them sounds, don’t let me down
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| Eyesight is a gateway to a new day and the same hate
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| With a new height and the same feet on a airplane yellin' «Mayday»
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| With a good girl gone bad girl who ain’t gay cause her date rape
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| That’s a metaphor for the US 'cause they got us all in the same state
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| State of mind, brain is minimized, put me on the news, only criticize
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| Revolution will never be televised
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| For the enemy, they never empathize
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| And I never voted, never sugar coat it
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| With my finger itchin' and my gun loaded
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| When the fire open, let it be your moment
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| When I shoot the sheriff if he not demoted, then bang!
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| This for Trayvon and Tree, burn the bush and chronic
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| Speakin' honestly, we livin' in colonies, CNN sit-comedies
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| Monstrosity run r&ant all throughout United States
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| Talkin' about let’s make a fort, talkin' about let’s make it great
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| If the shoes fit, tie it, grab the guns and riot
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| Time to run with lions on the road to Zion
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| In this age of violence, time to grab the iron
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| When I pop the silencer, it’s nothing but silence when-
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| Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
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| When the karma come back 'round, don’t let me down
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| Babe, there’s a time to stand your ground
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| Even if one of them sounds, don’t let me down
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| Uh, look, okay
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| Ba-aby, I’m a fool because I thought you would stay whether I win or I lose
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| They already think we dead
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| But they continue to shoot, I’m just gon' cover my head
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| I need to duck and I move, I bust a move when I-
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| Find a way to get on and get up, get out the crib
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| I was just looking into the mirror, tryna dislocate my fear
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| 'Cause you broke my heart, let me dry my tears
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| So serious, I’m so neglected
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| In the wrong direction with a long erection, got no protection
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| But it’s, «fuck the world»
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| When she bend it over, being over-sensitive
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| But did I mention what my real intentions are?
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| Really dealin' with the consequences
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| And I see your tone is very condescending
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| When I talk to you, but no you won’t admit it
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| And I pity the fool, been tryna to vent, but you ain’t tryna hear it
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| Like I’m not in here, but you gotta hear it
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| Just how much you mean off to the side (oh, shit)
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| Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street
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| Bite the dust early like double Sprite, and a R.I.P. |
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| So proudly, lights gleam, let the gun blow in the night time
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| Of the slum house, little drum bump of the 1,000
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| (come, come here they come)
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| Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
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| When the karma come back 'round, don’t let me down
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| Babe, there’s a time to stand your ground
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| Even if one of them sounds, don’t let me down
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| Birds chirpin', dogs barkin', kids missin', milk cartons
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| Soul dark as black markets, war is startin', more is sparkin'
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| Historic prophets praise Muhammad
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| Diff’rent Strokes, Philip Drummond
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| Gave me crack, like I’m plumbin', Jesus Christ, second comin'
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| Cut myself, now I’m numbin', never scared, never runnin'
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| Chosen one, I’m one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London
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| Guilty me, he ain’t done and gun me down, all for nothin'
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| President in abundance, president is a puppet
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| Gotta hate it, gotta love it, Pass a class, I rise above it
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| Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin' «fuck it»
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| Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference?
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| Now we stuck, in a rut, this ain’t what I envisioned
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| What is what? |
| What is guts when you don’t have intuition?
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| Not a saint, not a sin, tell me what’s my real religion?
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| Genocide, Genesis, they say it’s a new beginnin'
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| I’m a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinnin', damn |