| God bless our corrupted minds
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| For trying to fuck with rhymes
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| We probably should’ve stuck with crimes
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| Crowds are hating on me
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| Fans are rating on me
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| Alcohol got me stumbling around like a waking zombie
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| Dragging myself out of the grave
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| To show these young-bloods how to behave
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| The cycle’s counting the days
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| Every LP is a resurrection
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| Stagnating
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| Waiting for fresh direction
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| In the east of the city
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| Peep the situation
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| We’ve got dreams
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| But no means of facilitation
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| A grand vision of autonomy
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| The reason why a drug dealer exploits the black-market economy
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| And everybody want an 'MTV crib'
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| Trying to figure where the WMDs hit
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| You gots to chill
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| Like EPMD did
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| Wifey wiling out on some PMT-shit
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| The rent’s late
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| I see a few of these dudes as dead weight
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| A leader in need of head space
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| I blaze the Peng-grade
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| The pen stays poised
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| My ink-flow's poisoned to keep me employed
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| I’m eating off sixteen bars
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| Used to be nine
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| Double-jointed
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| Blazing two zoots at a time
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| Losing my mind
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| Finding my feet
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| Explaining to bre’ers:
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| I’ve got to get paid to rhyme on the beat
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| I’m trying to eat
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| Love don’t pay the bills
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| They say: «Jehst got crazy skills!»
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| But the stress is going to make me ill!
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| I’ve been badly advised
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| So I trust no one
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| Except my family-ties
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| I’ve head it with lies and Geminis
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| It’s all over, man
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| Snakes in the grass
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| I’m the lawn-mower man
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| The green-fingered
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| Black-hearted
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| Corporate whore
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| There’s no such thing as a rap artist
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| It’s all bullshit
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| White boys blacking up
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| Modern Al Johnson
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| B-Boys cracking up like:
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| «This can’t be my beautiful culture!»
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| Chasing the mirage of food for the vulture
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| That’s circling over
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| You’ll never escape your fate
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| In this Orwellian state
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| It’s got schoolboys peddling weight
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| Pop-pop leave you dead in your gates
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| It’s the same throughout many estates
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| The melody makes the pain numb
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| Soldiers back from Iraq selling firearms fresh of the plane bun
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| It’s plain dumb
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| How an Iraqi and a kid from Hackney can be killed by the same gun
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| So when you put my tape into your deck
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| Think about Columbine and Virginia Tech
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| Martial law is still in effect
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| A society, pushed to the brink, to the limit, the edge!
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| Who’s held accountable for civilian deaths?
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| Everytime a politician want to big-up his chest
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| It’s all economics
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| The arms-trade generates dollars
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| And dictators don’t educate scholars
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| It’s trick-knowledge
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| We no longer celebrate honour
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| When men are dying, we stay quiet
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| And pray we don’t face the same horror
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| At the hands of their descendants
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| Thinking it’s the price of our independence
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| All eyes on the future
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| While soldiers in Fallujah
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| Control by remote-viewer
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| OK Computer? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Intention , by - Jehst. Song from the album The Dragon of an Ordinary Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп