| Art speaks to people, that’s why they use it against you
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| When you hear, hundreds of times a day; |
| stuff that’s anti your development.
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| Make you sing songs that tell you you don’t have no sense, you’re crazy,
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| you don’t have no future and you think you’re just singing a song.
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| You’re actually teaching yourself the propaganda of the opposed.
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| The problem is that they’re able to bribe and entice our people,
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| oppressed people, to take part in art forms that actually attack them.
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| Our people will, a lot of times they’re not conscious enough to avoid helping
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| their enemies because they can finally say they’re getting paid,
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| and that’s their excuse
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| Tin can polemic, low tone like Olmec said it
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| Old school separatist, upper hand on any nepotist
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| You trying to join the party
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| I’m like hold up, let’s see your weapons list
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| You’re not made integral simply, pledging allegiances
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| A curious case of waking up, a spurious chase is taking up
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| Most of my free time, a ghost in the bee hive
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| A boast is a type of prayer, a shield is a kind of rug
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| In appeal to the mind above, blithe spirit dancing coon
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| When lunacy won’t fit in Haiku
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| Predecessor predator, radon sensor, screaming shrill
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| Needing the feeling, feeling, made a meal to kill the evening
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| Made a meal to kill the evening
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| Fitted like a white supremacist, grand daddy hunted
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| Slave man boots in the land of dandy lovers, candy crushers
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| Make a gutter snipe mutter twice
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| Got a scimitar that’ll turn your chopper butter knife
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| Oh, what a life, oh, oh what a life
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| Oh, what a life, oh, what a life
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| Oh, what a life, oh, what a life
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| Belly out like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you defy physics like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers (I ain’t scared)
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| I ain’t scared (I ain’t scared)
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| Belly out like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you defy physics like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you, I ain’t scared (I ain’t scared)
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| Aubergine cloak
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| They heard «Ruby Yacht» and was looking for the actual boat
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| Like poet’s first spell ain’t metaphor, nevermore
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| Ashy ancient speak nascent at the cellar’s peak
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| Islands of future tense, wield sword like an ethical data
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| Ethnic native, hopscotching epic myth
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| Bottle rocket exorcist, Allen and Heath alchemist
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| Doubting Maoist, champagne flutes over the bow
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| Into the mist (into the mist), over the bow into the mist (into the mist)
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| Belly out like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you defy physics like I’m Pierrot le Fou
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| How dare you, I ain’t scared of you motherfucker (I ain’t scared)
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| I ain’t scared (I ain’t scared) |