| Haiku D’Etat’s a poetry takeover
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| Haiku D’Etat
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| Our genre is in a state of Johnny come late
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| Awkward armor
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| Won’t tear the skin off a cherry harmless
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| Can’t scrape the surface of a grape
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| Snake charmer raking in at an alarming rate
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| Bad karma bait for entrapment
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| Warning wait before debate dharma
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| Find your own style warm up
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| Practice — rehearse
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| Tune in to what’s boomin'
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| Soon a verse will match a track that hits worth the while
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| To develop your own pocket for rap tricks
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| Their organization will collapse quick stylistic
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| The current so called aristocracy
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| Of the underground and mainstream have a vacuum
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| People were taken from home and culture
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| Poachers stole our beliefs and wardrobe no closure
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| Suppressed the music and tools in school abusive
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| Unless you were privileged
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| But hip-hop found a way over the inner-city village
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| What happened to the days of climbing charts and reading them too
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| What we need to do is be more haiku to determine who’ll rule
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| Intelligence is raiding
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| Ignorance is fading — Dignity
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| Haiku D’Etat’s a poetry takeover
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| Path that we are paving
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| Road that we are taking — Integrity
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| Haiku D’Etat’s a poetry takeover
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| Community educating
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| Woman and man relating — Unity
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| Haiku D’Etat’s a poetry takeover
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| Legislature changing
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| Because of demonstrating — Victory
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| Haiku D’Etat
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| When the time comes where the art
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| Is in the hearts of the people
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| They’ll take you & keep you
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| Away from these evils
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| But until then you’re subject
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| To the burning of the churches
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| The books & the artwork
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| And the findings to the searches
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| Black ball of the music
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| Controlling of the airwaves
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| Hoping for a clearway
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| When it’s crowded up on the fairway
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| Locked up at the entrance
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| Blocked up at the exit
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| The soldiers on the front line
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| And the gun line that protects it
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| The hiding of the scriptures
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| The order of a new world
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| The red pill or the blue pill
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| Divides us into 2 worlds
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| Seizing of the regions
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| Taking of the spirit
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| Executioner with no face and
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| The public who fears it
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| The answer of the questions
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| The griots that spoke it
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| The teachings of the old world
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| Tradition never broken
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| When they can’t see & don’t speak
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| And claim they never heard
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| For the pain & the pleasure
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| And the poetry of the words
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| Saturation is played
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| Our maturation and age
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| Has readied us for the stage
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| Evacuating the slaves
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| Half of them underpaid
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| They’re laughing behind your back
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| Not learning the right training
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| Walking the wrong track
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| Talking the rap slang and making contact
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| With the youth of a like mind
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| I’m pumping your lifeline
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| And the saga continues
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| Just like in a opera Act 1 Scene 2
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| There’s not another you out of all these people
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| Haiku D’Etat the antagonists' fall
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| And our rise to glory
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| Ride through and leave the town void of a viceroy
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| It’s an overthrow when the old one
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| Ain’t governing in fairness
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| Then guerillas come in rushing him
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| Get him out of there embarrassed
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| So unaware and careless
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| It would lead to his pinch
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| For with greed they would hoard
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| And gorge every inch
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| Besieged by who he befriended close
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| Or not to be deceived
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| By who he depended on most
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| Now that’s the question |