| There’s a major breach in the world and we are it
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| A malfunctioning destructive blip-on a radar?
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| People put they panties in a bunch, Imna give um lip
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| They slit they wrists in hopes to fix technology
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| Fuckboy in a brothel, psychology says, we are a product of our environment
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| there’s a hole in the ozone, radiation leaking in your fish and in your home,
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| and the birds are chirping out front, but around the corner, there’s a cop
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| killin these niggas for smoking a blunt and being different
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| Shiftin, fuck face like on the bat of Bill Ripken
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| Here is a note to the little boys and girls of the world
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| Love everyday like it is your last, never look back at the past
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| Fuck faith, you don’t know the half, we ain’t livin, we leavin a carbon
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| footprint
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| Snapchat, new app bitch, where we at?
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| On a floating rock in a space, where monkey became humans, humans consuming is
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| dooming Mother Earth for the purpose of gettin more cars, boats, and hoes
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| Overpriced garbage like Kanye’s clothesline, just try to approach mine and
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| danger happens
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| Shit will go beyond rapping, it’ll get graphic, and wrapped in plastic
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| I’m the one laughing at your funeral that quick
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| This is a global scale version of Waco
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| You’re better off drinking that purple drink when they say so
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| You go on ahead and admit that it tastes great, smile for the camera then wake
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| up
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| The emperor is doing your makeup, they get mad if I say some
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| And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor)
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| And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor)
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| And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor)
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| And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor)
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| Hey, where are the puppet strings?
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| Need to cut 'em off to see what the world brings
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| Man, just lies to me
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| Man, despises me
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| Runnin' our lives who lives and who dies of course
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| Tryna devise a plan to entice the poor, into being better victims
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| System sicks 'em catch then fish them, back in the poverty state
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| Awake the souless gates can’t wait for Hell to penetrate then waste no place
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| for what’s yo race
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| Excepts humans in a mosh pit desire, rapid retire, the planets drifting towards
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| fire
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| Hell and brimstone ain’t much but hatred in ourselves
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| Jail wit cells only feed you what they sell, is bullshit, pulpits,
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| most intents to lynch wisdom keep us
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| Stupid criticism they flinch
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| The bastards they are, oh where is the bar
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| They hide it so we can not reach it so far
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| I scream at the stars, who listens no pause, never let up on y’all,
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| cause this world is so scarred
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| Their brains are ajar, the baggage break laws, they make up we follow my keys
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| to my car
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| So I can drive right thru they face and they cause
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| No beep out for murder cause they deserve more
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| Then death at they corner, no one’s left to mourn ya
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| I speed out won’t warn 'em, the people’s now on 'em
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| Now see you’re a goner for killin our senses, what they do is senseless,
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| we run for the fences, it’s war in they vision, we have to suspend them
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| From ribs hooks incisions, bleed out loss of feeling, the scale tip we get 'em
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| Diabolical in 'em, 123, we sendin a message, now finish 'em
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| One time had a fun time at my front door when they manipulated their way in
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| Lookin at me for a conviction, we didn’t murder him
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| But we almost ended up in the federal pen, flirting with a judicial system,
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| within a week they try to break down my alibi, even tried to televise
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| So they can persuade the jury and judge, the good people of San Jose thinking I
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| am a killer cuz I’m selling good bud
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| And gotta couple guns, gotta couple of friends that’s done a couple of things,
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| took some laws and bent 'em up
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| It’s like the continent has a parallel universe a different version of our
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| stories but they interrupt
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| And get intercepted by a club of pigs with more money than you
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| The best honeys and a cure for aids, on the fake news
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| Is this the onion dude? |
| I’m highly confused, nobody givin a fuck what Confucius
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| says
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| Worshippin a false god, we blamin everybody, every politicer is a joke,
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| Republican partly hardly Democratic, a neurotic November we didn’t vote for
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| nothing we fight for something
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| How the fuck is Donald Trump close to being the president, we got plenty of
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| evidence more damage to the reputation of the American people
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| I’mma gain some revenue, the reverend is ready to jump off the steeple |