| Immersed in them beats, short breaks turned to breakdowns,
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| ‘Cause when you work where you sleep, you don’t sleep,
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| ‘Cause you work on them beats till it hurts then you creep,
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| Into bed and wake her from her sleep, and she’s hurt,
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| Cos she worked through the week and hasn’t heard not a word nor a peep,
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| From the jerk that she keeps in her heart,
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| That she forgives when he nurse her to sleep, word it’s deep,
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| But yo when I peel them lids back and emerge from my sleep,
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| I feel so big that I could make a shirt from my sheet,
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| A crown from a church steeple, two jeeps for my sneaks,
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| So people worship this creep as I surf down the street,
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| I’m the surgeon of beats, your girl purrs when I speak,
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| We rehearse in a church to a circus of freaks,
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| We the last ones to lay down, first on our feet,
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| So stay down or get hurt by what lurks in the deep,
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| Free the perps from the police, we disturbing the peace,
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| We flood the streets like a water main burst and released,
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| A merciless beast with a thirst for the feast,
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| Man we treat every meal like it’s our first in a week,
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| We dispersing the weak, I’m the person to beat,
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| Man I’m unbeatable; |
| I can beat a person for weeks,
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| We disturbed, we the freaks, we the ones you don’t listen to,
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| Drinking from the sun, now son we’re the ones dissing you
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| And we don’t, we won’t,
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| We don’t, and we won’t let the vultures at the counter-culture,
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| Now we don’t, and we won’t,
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| We move mountains and drink from the sun
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| We’re timeless like riders on the storm,
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| Survivors like the light that rises in the dawn,
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| If crisis makes fighters of the pawns,
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| We rise up through the night as lifeless and we’re born,
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| Fight in my heart, suicide with my art,
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| Till I depart I’m a write until I light up the dark,
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| These are battle songs that lift you from your catatonic fixture,
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| And I can walk on water but I stagger on the liquor,
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| This ain’t a Saturday sport or matinee talk,
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| With throw away sentences like the magistrates' court,
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| Scratch that, now hear me out, attacks don’t give me doubt,
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| I drop a powerhouse track black the city out,
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| And when we lose it let the mood of music reach us,
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| Coming through the tunes that free us, revolution through your speakers,
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| The third rock never stops the world turns,
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| Eyes glued to the clock as we watch the world burn
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| And we don’t, we won’t,
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| We don’t, and we won’t let the vultures at the counter-culture,
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| Now we don’t, and we won’t,
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| We move mountains and drink from the sun
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| Renegades whenever on centre stage,
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| That’s my sweat upon the letters I bled on the pen and page,
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| C’mon, so what’s your rhyming worth? |
| Better get a lawyer ‘cause,
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| I could crucify your verse just to get a point across,
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| We’ve been refining and grinding till late night,
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| Why? |
| ‘Cause even stars lose their shine in the day light,
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| Linked as one just think what we’ll become,
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| It’s begun and won’t stop till we’re drinking from the sun |