| There’s a war going on outside no-one is safe from
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| Didn’t notice 'til they took it out my paystub
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| Proletariat until you find me face up
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| Five fingers make a fist, better raise one
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| Now you’re holding up a deadly combination
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| Raise the other for the brother tryin' to change some
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| 'Til you got a set to even the equation
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| Stick and move until the opportune occasion
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| Innovation will set me free eventually
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| Microchips, gigabytes, technology
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| I see it comin' quicker, they think it’s just speculatin'
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| Something’s in the air, something’s in this newfound data
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| Buried inside the crossfader: Alpha, Omega
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| Analog hop; |
| digital operator
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| See, they’re running out of bait to lower the fuel base
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| Because their oil and gold don’t hold the same weight
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| My clique’s awake from 1−8-48
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| For better raise hell when the time coordinates
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| It ain’t a question of if, but of when
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| I’m preparing my mind and my body until then
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| (What kind of life am I standing for?)
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| Yo, a party ain’t a party if you can’t get in
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| You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
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| The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
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| When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent
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| Yo, a party ain’t a party if you can’t get in
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| You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
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| The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
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| When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent
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| There’s five stars hidden under these bars
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| Underneath the concrete streets and boulevards
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| Been workin' hard for change, but change comin' hard
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| Been playin' the odds so long my change almost gone
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| Raise it up — the roof is on fire but I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m gettin at god we trust because we must
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| We vibe, we lust, we bang, we bust, dance
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| 'Til your downfall, 'til it’s obvious — relax
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| You’ll know it when the timing is right man
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| And feel it everywhere; |
| it’ll be fight or flight man
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| So bystand if it suffice man
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| My people got it bad for a brand new fad
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| And that’s fact — they don’t like how we act
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| When we practice black magic rap and hollabacks
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| Speaking slang and code for those who know
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| For the pros and for the cons
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| So let these words live on
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| 'Cause it’s the first day of May; |
| we rendezvous dog
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| It ain’t a question of if, but of when
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| I’m preparing my mind and my body until then
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| (What kind of life am I standing for?)
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| Yo, a party ain’t a party if you can’t get in
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| You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
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| The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
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| When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent
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| Yo, a party ain’t a party if you can’t get in
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| You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
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| The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
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| When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent |