| Cause ya cut it ya match it ya cut it ya match it you do the final cut yea
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| Ya cut it ya match it ya cut it ya match it you do the final cut yea
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| cause it’s a manifest destiny like a genocide recipe
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| telling lords that wrestle me to free my own race
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| challenge your god and dominate all your palace
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| dont underestimate the fate of a preordained mass
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| where are my boots and where the hell is the balance
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| the hell you did come down from your palace
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| to see a sharp suspicion a cocking of a gun
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| oh come if you’re gunna get some
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| cause forty seconds later and the cocking of a gun
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| a boy execution and his? |
| special agent scum
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| two officers pushed a boy down on his back
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| searched through his pockets found a vile of crack yea
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| nothin can be done for this boy untainted
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| its a typical mythical world we live in untaint me un-name me, un-maim me Cause if i go to the river i think im ready to go There is a river where riverbed should be There is a river where riverbed should be
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| I’d like to jettison your medecine back to where you came from
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| you keep your bell and edison away from my grandson
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| stand son on your own bone dont forget the home that you came from
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| dont let em say your name wrong
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| Just like larry ill take it to the hoop
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| i do a false move and one fell swoop
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| and than i then i pass it to the trigger man
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| bow down to the sound if you still can
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| cause there’s plenty of catcalls and plenty of misfalls
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| and i can attest to the rest of the best falls
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| never have i ever made a match with a sickness
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| look both ways dispatch with a quickness
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| gimmie some roy, gimmie some speed
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| gather all around to the word and read on till you get to the parts that’s righteous
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| it’s an unbearable likness
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| There is a river where riverbed should be There is a river where riverbed should be Cuase its the policy makers that make us or break us you can be overtaken by the forsakers
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| im advertisin my soul for sale
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| its a dog eat dog even if the dog wags the tail
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| and we think too much, we feel to little
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| from shacks to tracks we’re all caught in the middle
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| i know i know your tellin me to settle down
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| you can fool me but you cant fool the whole town |