| Now, this happened during The Struggle Continues tour
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| A.K.A time that we double the venues
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| Doors open at ten, you should all bring your tent
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| Line up outside the door, night before, making sure you get in (Come on!)
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| Now you know when, let me tell you 'bout how it went down
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| When we came to this little ass town
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| In the middle of nowhere, man how did we go there?
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| I can’t recall the way, though it feels like yesterday
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| And the people went crazy, the crowd’s in a frenzy
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| The show’s like a carneval!
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| Hush when I bust, 'preme with a pen, seated again
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| Embee putting in work cus y’all need to be beaten again!
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| Trust me it’s us, back at it like smack addicts
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| Stuck with a bad habit, turn fans to fanatics
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| On a victory lap, we stop by in Pop-eye
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| I drop my last 16, so sick teens will stop write!
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| A vicious comeback, never ever left, but it had a rest
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| Now they want to arrest, cus we kill and molest
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| These so called emcees, so U-turn or you burn
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| You’re not fucking with us!
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| Who’s fucking with this? |
| Pop in a disc, listen compare
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| To the rest of the bullshit, I ain’t dissing, I swear
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| I’m just telling the truth, y’all ain’t fading the troop
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| On the mike or the mpc, the stage or the booth
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| And if pages could shoot they would aim for the head
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| Of the biz wouldn’t miss so we pray for the dead
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| And then kiss’em good-bye, listen don’t cry
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| On a Bob Dylan mission they were fixin' to die
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| Nothing could help’em they murdered themselves
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| When they went against us
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| Us — you know the name: the mighty Looptroop Rockers
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| Travel around the world true school globetrotters
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| There’s no debate that we raise the stakes
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| Everywhere we pass through we blaze up the stage
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| We’re on a world tour with the whole entourage
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| And your favourite band’s merch stand is the true stars
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| But if we come to a place where you’re not
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| Log on to the webshop we accept all cards
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| Anytime, anywhere yo they murdered themselves
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| When they went against us
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| After load out we rolled out, celebrated in the van
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| Though the speakers where blown out, the jammin' began
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| So we drinking and laughing like always on tour
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| And I’m thinking — I’m happy we on our way home!
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| But then Shumi pulled over — hold up we can’t go!
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| I left my wallet in el segundo…
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| Fast turn around, back into town, floor it, let’s race!
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| We’ll make it in time, they shut down soon, but we safe
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| The people looked crazy, bonfires blazing
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| What is this, a carneval?
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| We parked the bus about a block away
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| The whole crew got out heading for the place we rocked today
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| People blocked our way so we got in the backdoor
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| This shit is too dark yo where’s it at pro?
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| I swear I left it between the soymilk and the vegan spreads
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| Underneath Preme’s headband
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| Show money, merch money — shit I’m dead…
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| Man I saw the promoter outside. |
| Trying to hide?
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| Open the door — guess what we saw — man I ain’t lying!
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| The people were crazy they’re feasting on babies
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| In this bloody carneval!
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| Literally — picture it! |
| Snacking on baby back ribs
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| Like Timbuktu when chilling with Chords
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| But the difference is sickening, — snatching their babies
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| From cribs and then sucking the blood out their pores
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| Shocked by the gore, we just watched how they tore these
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| Little kids into pieces, chopped up on the floor
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| I’m down on all fours, almost fainted, gotta play dead…
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| But I found the wallet by a baby, right when they ate it!
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| Now we running like crazy, zombies are chasing
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| Parading the carneval!
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| Shiee, we gotta leave press the pedal to the metal
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| These creatures won’t let us go — wanna get us and dead us yo
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| Shallow us whole without a sign of remorse
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| Stay around one minute more you’ll be the next on the main course
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| In a corporate world where the leaders will floss
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| With poor people’s muscle — life hittin' all time lows
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| In the stock market hustle NASDAQ and Dow Jones
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| Child labour violating their cosmetic codes
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| Now the world going crazy
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| Sacrificing its babies — come join in the carneval!
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| A sigh of relief through the bus as we leave
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| What the fuck’s going on? |
| What they tryin' to achieve?
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| The same city where you live and you breathe
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| The system grows fatter and your kids are the feed
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| And when I looked through the windshield
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| I saw this big billboard for the welfare or healthcare system
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| Was it really real or? |
| It probably said like:
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| This world needs its young! |
| Could’ve been an ad buster but I read like:
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| This world eats its young! |