| So now we doin it flatline
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| There’s no hard feelings so don t cry
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| My name’s pop culture, i won’t die
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| I’ma steal your soul 2 survive snatch your pulse to stay alive
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| I’ma take the young and the starving
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| Like Top Snatch they hearbeat
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| Flatline repackage
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| Then Sell it back to them at lightspeed
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| Fuck the rules of hygiene
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| This business stays dirty yo
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| Pop cultural organ transplants
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| With the underground getting the burial
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| DONT U KNOW
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| We get picked apart
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| Diluted to hit the charts
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| Give up our s for plastic hearts
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| Pause
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| And they ain’t even beating right
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| The pulse is weak
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| Just ain’t feeling right
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| They draining life like parasites
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| Snatching soul to climb the charts
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| They burn out quick though
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| That s the rule of hype
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| Cuz they so flat line
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| So now we doin it flatline
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| There’s no hard feelings so don t cry
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| My name’s pop culture, i won’t die
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| I’ma steal your soul 2 survive snatch your pulse to stay alive
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| We won’t give up on that even if it takes so long
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| We know the answers even if the questions are all wrong
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| We won’t give up on that even if it takes so long
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| We know the answers even if the questions are all wrong
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| Twas them doing the ripping
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| Now ripping them right back
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| Ripping like consumers now there ain’t no way back
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| We’re stealing back from the overground
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| You lot so over, that’s overground
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| We’re undernourished, that’s underground
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| You think I’ve got a good body baby, I ain’t got nothing to eat |