| For hiphop I’ve got a warm heart that keeps my feet warm
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| But a cold head when it’s code red in the streetzone
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| Stockholm, a modern day city symphony
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| The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn for me It’s all vanity to try and uplift the crowd
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| Ain’t no use, no one can stop them now
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| She quoted Bob Marley and I came to the conclusion
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| Total destruction is the only solution
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| Cause no matter what I say, it’s too little too late
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| No way that I could ever set this crooked world straight
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| With wordplay, no other means either
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| You think those eyes make me wanna compete, huh?
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| We all losers in this Doctor Mabuse’s society
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| With thousands surveillance cameras constantly eyein’me
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| They call it security, I call it conspiracy
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| To commit murder in the name of hypocrisy
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| We can’t even see who’s hid behind the mask of death
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| There’s only one word left; |
| keff
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| A modern day city symphony
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| The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn for me It’s all vanity to try and uplift the crowd
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| Ain’t no use, no one can stop them now
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| She quoted Bob Marley and I came to the conclusion
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| Total destruction is the only solution
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| For hiphop I’ve got a warm heart that keeps my feet warm
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| But a cold head when it’s code red in the streetzone
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| Stockholm, a modern day city symphony
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| The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn for me Don’t take the shit I say too seriously
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| I’m really a comedian, laughing in the face of misery
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| The industry wants me to be living in apathy
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| So they can rule me more easily
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| But F that, I ain’t with that, get the whiplash
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| Smile in your face but turn your ass and I’ll kick back
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| Hold down the people too long
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| The people gon’strike back twice as strong
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| On some Vietnam, better yet Vietcong
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| Guerrilla warfare, fucking napalm bombs
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| I clench my palm and fistfuck the system hard
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| Now you’re scared, got security guards
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| That’s what you get for keeping the people hungry
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| Don’t you know that’s bound to bounce back on you ass like bungy
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| A hungry mob is an angry mob
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| Like Bob said on Natty Dread, you afi dead
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| If you try us, David vs Goliath
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| Is the label that I’m on so go buy us My shit is bias, deep underground left-field
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| Rapstyle tactile, something you can feel
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| From the barricades, never sipping Aliz
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| Suck blood out the downpresser, I’m sorry to say
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| Now you’re the prey, your days are numbered
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| Looptroop, we’re here to wake you out your slumber
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| Sorry, this ain’t no wakeup-call, my mistake
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| Your bed’s already burning, it’s way to late
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| We celebrate by your deathbed
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| Wishing that a better society will resurrect
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| A modern day city symphony
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| The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn for me It’s all vanity to try and uplift the crowd
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| Ain’t no use, no one can stop them now
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| She qouted Bob Marley and I came to the conclusion
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| Total destruction is the only solution
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| A Modern Day City Symphony
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| Written and produced and directed by the Looptroop crew |