| Your construction
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| Smells of corruption
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| I manipulate to recreate
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| This air to ground saga
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| Gotta launder my karma
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| I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
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| You’ll get down on your muthaf**kin' knees
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| And it’s time for your sickness again
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| Come on and tell me what you need
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| Tell me what is making you bleed
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| We got two more minutes and
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| We gonna cut to what you need
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| So one of six so tell me
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| One do you want to live
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| And one of seven tell me
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| Is it time for your muthaf**kin' ass to give
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| Tell me is it time to get down on your muthaf**kin' knees
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| Tell me is it time to get down
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| I’m blown to the maxim
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| Two hemispheres battlin'
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| I’m blown to the maxim
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| Two hemispheres battlin'
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| Suckin' up, one last breath
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| Take a drag off of death
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| Hey Mr. Policeman
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| Is it time for getting away
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| Is it time for driving down the mother f**kin' road
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| And running from your ass today
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| Now tell me if do you agree
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| Or tell me if I’m makin' you bleed
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| I got a few more minutes and
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| I’m gonna cut to what you need
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| So one of six so tell me
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| One do you want to live |
| And one of seven tell me
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| Is it time for your muthaf**kin' ass to give
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| Tell me is it time to get down on your muthaf**kin' knees
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| Tell me is it time to get down
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| Got a revolution behind my eyes
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| We got to get up and organize
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| Got a revolution behind my eyes
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| We got to get up and organize
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| Got a revolution behind my eyes
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| We got to get up and organize
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| You want a revolution behind your eyes
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| We got to get up and organize
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| Come on baby tell me
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| Yes we aim to please |