| New world; |
| new sound
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| They ran into the hills when the harrow we found
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| They like 'No way; |
| no how'
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| How can I trust again when I’ve been so let down?
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| And still they blast the blasphemy; |
| they bask in it
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| Rewind the pain contained like masochists
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| Amazed that math can sound so hazardous
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| Afraid to mouth that name; |
| the scandalous ¡MAYDAY!
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| They say only in friendly circles
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| Only when the coast is clear they hear further
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| 'Cause of what it means — the obvious implications
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| Guilty by association; |
| no need for explanation
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| Exploration comes with repercussions, man
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| I’m a recluse; |
| danger to my fam'
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| I don’t give a damn; |
| your gifts
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| Your love is not enough money do understands bigger than your kisses and hugs
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| I’m in a corner spot to box the neighboring blocks
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| With them when they walk the walk to get what they want
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| Get what they flaunt; |
| living life just riddled with fronts
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| Ridiculous to think I’d ever leave your side even once
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| We came up in the age of speed; |
| it’s all quicker
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| Inferior lifestyles are made simpler
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| Interiors hostile; |
| it gets thicker
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| Bang! |
| 20-something see it in a morse code sticker
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| This a warrior dance; |
| even the last chance
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| For you victims of circumstance; |
| here’s your glance
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| And tell me what do you see?
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| If you see yourself then you know just what I mean
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| We seem to need the same from each other
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| And see ourselves begging to the same motherfucker
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| ¡MAYDAY! |
| I’ll say 'til the end of my days
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| 'Til I’m blue and black from the red rhymes that I spray
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| Never decayed; |
| never defied; |
| never losin' shine
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| Abnormal; |
| I’m informal when addressin' the time
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| That’s why I’m
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| Bern B-I-Z
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| Yes indeed |