| Once apon a time not long ago
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| When people were still living in the northern zone
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| They could, still breath and everybody wasn’t dead
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| Somebody recorded a song
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| And this is what it said:
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| After the first and the second world wars
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| You’d think us europeans couldn’t take it no more
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| But we built up and tore down the Berlin wall
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| Only to build up a new and improved around our crumblin’Fort (Europa)
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| This one was a bit tricky, not visible to the naked eye
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| And if you was lucky
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| You could slip through the cracks and the crevices tuckin'
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| Your life under your arm, this way some people snuck in Only to become second class citizens
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| Not listed in the system not existin in a sence
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| Illegal immigrants
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| The word left a bitter sin
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| This place is cold and evil, I should have never went to Fort Europa
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| My so called Eutopia
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| Right here in Fort Europa (Right here)
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| I guess you know about how I dreamt of super power
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| wanted to roll with the bad boys
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| But got butt-fucked in the showers
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| Too scared to hold our own ground
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| Can’t beat’em join’em we’re down
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| Stay with the winning team by any means
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| but in another realm
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| And bottoms up while they drowned
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| Invitations at the door members only no hang around
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| Inside the fortress of fine ass
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| We appreciate
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| The less fortunate smile as long as she looked high class
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| And as the problem was swallowing for the almighty Euro
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| But you know, we put our brother inside a business though
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| Make sure they’re not leaving that over loose end hope of a life
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| Reside a force
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| Sendin’em back home and so forth
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| Cause we got
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| Employment issues, we got kids of our own
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| Trying to tear down the wall with chrome and black ink flow
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| Keep them mad at all cost
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| This ain’t the time to go soft
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| We stand united or this soon will be lost, inside
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| Fort Europa
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| My so called Eutopia
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| Right here in Fort Europa (Right here)
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| Yo we try to live our lives in protected homes
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| Don’t worry 'bout no one and get your own
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| The weak people are just a stepping stone
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| On the road to the riches we hitting for
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| Anybody coming my way I’m gunning my way
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| Whoever got something to say better be runnin away
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| But I stay to see through the peep holes
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| Cause people like that is all we know, and
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| All of these lies and false promises
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| That shit will come back with the God nemesis, you
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| Whoever pick up this, a hundred years from now
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| Here’s the last song before we all go down
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| The revolution is a moment away
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| The tensions in the air, that is coming our way, but
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| Powerful forces do they best
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| They count they’re raps so they’ll suite the west
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| Temperatures rising ain’t no turnin back
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| At this point where this world is at Hate’em for a cross-road which way to go Heaven or hell only you can say you know
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| Fort Europa
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| The so called Eutopia
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| Right here in Fort Europa (Right here)
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| Where I can’t find no culture
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| Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
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| Right here on Fort Europa
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| Nothing but chlaustrophobia
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| Right here on Fort Europa
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| Nothing but xenophobia
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| Right here on Fort Europa
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| Nothing but chlaustrophobia
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| Right now |