| My raps are raw like pure coca
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| Not diluted like after it’s brought over
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| Pop-stars falling off like their tall posters
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| They’re broke, need to get a loan
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| See a pawn-broker
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| Good job I hold the gold flow, I’m all kosher
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| On point like I own this point
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| Nought, nought, decimals over
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| You were never supposed to come down
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| Like people when the festival closes
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| Stay high from the peng, independent and never focused
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| Change form, bringing warnings like spikes on blowfish
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| Staring at my bleeding brain like I never noticed
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| Calm convulsions, better just up the dosage
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| Hit your dome with a bang like mad explosives
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| Tear apart the scene, a carcass to a wake of vultures
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| Blood pouring out the stomach where I cut it open
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| Fuck the mainstream DJs they’re all jokers
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| I don’t need to name names, I know who promotes us
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| The others back the whack rappers preaching bad manners
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| Treating women like they’re objects, chatting 'bout money cars and fashion
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| This fake gangster shit with little talent is depressing
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| I feel the change getting closer
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| The mainstream held the reigns, now we’re taking over
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| Death to the fakeness, rise in the realness
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| Commercialism had it’s day, but now kill this
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| I feel the change getting closer
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| The mainstream held the reigns, now we’re taking over
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| Death to the fakeness, rise in the realness
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| Commercialism had it’s day, but HF will kill this, kill this
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| If you’re chatting
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| That’s something that favelas need to change
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| Controls the message, when you’re glamorising weapons
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| On a hype like adolescence
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| Like Biggie said, «real bad boys, they move in silence»
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| Kids are getting influenced, but worse, they hear it rhymes
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| Computer games are altering the state of how the mind works
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| Pixelated visions killed the sights of what we might have learned
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| Crazy how violence works, mental-heads slicing nerds
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| Separate their life from hurt, for thoughts make their mind disturbed
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| Metal giants ride the earth, polluting up the sky until it ends up dyed the
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| colour purple
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| All I need in this world is my friends, woman and verse
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| I’ll spread positivity to try and elevate the earth
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| I think of life-changing lyrics, they think of slogans
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| Commercial culture’s like an aids patient when the mutation has taken over
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| Soon to die, I won’t’t cry
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| I celebrate as my body, it works
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| Stands the test of time like it’s cryogenically frozen
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| I ain’t alone and music’s got my back, like soldiers
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| 'til the third eye opens
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| Communicating with the dead in my deepest moments
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| (Communicating with the dead in my deepest moments)
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| I feel the change getting closer
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| The mainstream held the reigns, now we’re taking over
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| Death to the fakeness, rise in the realness
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| Commercialism had it’s day, but now kill this
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| I feel the change getting closer
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| The mainstream held the reigns, now we’re taking over
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| Death to the fakeness, rise in the realness
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| Commercialism had it’s day, but HF will kill this, kill this
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| (Real music, for the real people)
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| (Jeheeze) |