| Close encounters with glowing spaceships, explode atmosphere
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| I found a hole in the Matrix, I’m so outta here
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| Weights on my ankles like Django Ruckus strings on a banjo
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| My aura like Vietnam, chapter Panthers with afros
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| My flow dirty like dope fiends sleeping on benches
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| A disease infested evil intention feast for the senses
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| Seen in the trenches reaching for weapons
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| But soon seen preaching redemption
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| Society point fingers at the hood and say we animals
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| That’s like the cracked pot calling the kettle the cannibal
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| We’re not the ones that kill millions in illegal wars
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| Transport billions in cocaine, build prisons and tap phones
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| We don’t need more nines or heaters
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| We need more «Poor Righteous Teachers»
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| «Public Enemies» that are scholars and thinkers
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| Educated in the ways beyond the system
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| Beyond statistics and analytics and chrome pistols
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| How sad am I?
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| When the blind lead the blind
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| Looking down now
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| In whirling in darkness
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| Constructing criminal minds
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| When the blind lead the blind
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| Broken down now
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| And whirling in darkness
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| Imagine Stevie Wonder leading Ray Charles into The Matrix
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| Faceless enemies are placed in stasis
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| I was born and raised to be Brooklyn streetwise
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| My mother and father reading through The Book of Eli
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| Unwritten words connected in braille, setup for the epic fail
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| Rejected bail, Helen Keller sentenced and sent to jail
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| A prison of darkness, these killers is living heartless
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| I found out my seeing-eye dog had his eyes gouged out
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| Matt Murdock was an impaired rebel
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| Who grew up to be the Daredevil
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| Paired with a Wolverine who can tear metal
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| Blindfolded a design for the eyes broken
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| And Justice prefers to never have her eyes open
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| Allow me to clarify, Zatoichi swinging the sword of the Samurai
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| Leading the force with a battle cry
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| Over the street beats we can play the street piano
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| Blazing Feliz Navidad, Jose Feliciano
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| Look at this world that we live in how could you not despair?
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| What kind of demons and evil we got to box with here
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| Is there a rhyme or a reason to all this toxic fear?
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| Is there a time or a season to let the shotgun clear?
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| Is there a man of God present, or a doctor here?
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| The scent of death is in the air, I was not prepared
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| So my nostrils flare, I got a hostile stare
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| And all these ghosts walking with me, what a cross to bare
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| How far from the floor is the reach of the rope?
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| When you step off the stool and hang while it’s squeezing your throat
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| That’s the death of a fool but you would drain my peeps of their hope
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| Poison our souls and went and filled the streets up with dope
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| The corporations and the media are not above us
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| Nor are the governments and courts, only God can judge us
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| This technology is eating our minds
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| With false Gods it’s more of the blind leading the blind |