| Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel
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| I’m bringin' food to the people like a widow
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| bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle
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| of the city isolation is a riddle
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| to be surrounded by a million other people
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| but to feel alone like a tree in a desert
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| dried up like the skin of a lizard
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| but full of colour like the spots of a leopard
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| drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
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| scratch my itch like a needle on a record
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| full of life like a man gone to Mecca
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| sky high like an eagle up soaring
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| I speak low but I’m like a lion roaring
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| baritone like a Robeson recordin'
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| I’m givin' thanks for bein' human every morning
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| Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
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| can I hear it once again
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| Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell afriend
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| every box gotta right to be bomin'
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| because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
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| can I hear it once again
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| Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell a friend
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| Every flower got a right to be boomin'
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| Be resistant
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| the negativity we keep it at a distance
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| call for backup and I’ll give you some assistance
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| like a lifesaver deep in the ocean
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| stay afloat here upon the funky motion
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| rock and roll upon the waves of the season
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| hold your breath and your underwater breathin'
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| To be rhymin' without a real reason
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| is to claim but not to practice a religon
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| if television is the drug of the nation
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| satellite is immaculate reception
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| beaming in they can look and they can listen
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| so you see don’t believe in the system
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| to legalize you or give you your freedom
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| you want rights ask em', they’ll read em'
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| but every flower got a right to be bloomin'
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| stay human
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| All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
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| You see Y2K ya know is a moment
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| in time we find that we can open
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| up a heart that’s locked or been broken
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| by the pain of words not spoken
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| or shot by guns a still smokin'
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| Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa
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| or drive by bang in Testarossa
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| we need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
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| or at least the words of yo mama
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| take a mental trip to the Bahamas
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| steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma
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