| From a land far away I’m reaching out to my fam'
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| Each and every program, grown woman and man
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| Young child with the world in the palm of his hands
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| I beckon you to tune into this jam
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| In a land that scans the F.M. |
| for bandits
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| My beacon is bandwidth, my speakin' is sanskrit
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| I walk around the planet like it needs to be canvased
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| Paintin' everybody with this hedonist language
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| You need a transmitter so get off your damn twitter
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| This isn’t a scam ninja, I’m tryin' to band with ya
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| We reach around the globe trying to open your blinds
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| And unplug your mind so you can fight
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| Are you experienced?
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| Can you receive?
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| Are you antenna love?
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| You get my feed?
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| Are you experienced?
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| Can you receive? |
| (Yeah, Yeah)
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| Are you antenna love?(Are you an antenna?)
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| Do you get my feed?
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| Act 2 against gruesome, we lose 'em
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| Tell me how you busy wanna start a revolution
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| Ain’t on the airwaves but I’m feeling like you’re tuned in
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| First things first gotta find yourself and lose it
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| Dial into the movement, Surf into your mind
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| Tunnel in your psyche and you see you match mine
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| It’s go time leave your weapons behind
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| See we’ve been waiting and we hoped you’d arrive
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| Now let’s ride
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| Won’t control nothing and nothing control many
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| Since cash is so petty, these thoughts are just pennies
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| Message in my sleep I’m seeing puzzles in my memories
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| Seeing riddles in the streets i gotta keep the car steady
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| Keep my eyes heavy while the jealous ones envy
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| Saw a vision in the night without the radio and telly
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| Tired of the output, then hoping that your ready
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| Cause it’s time to get sweaty, now tell me
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| Are you experienced? |
| (Come on!)
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| Can you receive?
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| Are you antenna love?
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| You get my feed?
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| Are you experienced?
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| Can you receive?
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| Are you antenna love?
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| Do you get my feed?
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| Broad strokes break the broadcast
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| Shatter status that is the wrong mask
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| Please re-visit the program
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| Get high with your family down in the lowlands
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| In a economy of mixed autonomy
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| It’s false ecology living with them wannabes
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| And we’d be lying if we said it’s harmony
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| But it’s the signal we hear
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| Came to anguish maintain the banquet
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| Round blocks and rooftops the name don’t languish
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| The code is Morse now the station is anxious
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| Revolution in the air i hear it raving in Kansas
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| It’s breaking in Broward, I hear it in South Day
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| The pirate radios been moving dials back now days
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| So next time you got the chance to drive in the dive
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| Re-tune your satellites to finally smile
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| Are you experienced?
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| Can you receive?
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| Are you antenna love?
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| You get my feed?
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| Are you experienced?
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| Can you receive?
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| Are you antenna love?
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| Do you get my feed? |