| Where’s the law that says if I make a buck, you’ve gotta get a cut?
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| Get the fuck outta my pockets and my eye sockets
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| Bad programming with a smooth slow jam in the background
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| That’s how you’ve got us all strapped down
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| That sound that I hear
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| You telling us to fear
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| Like the muthafuckin' earth will end this year
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| Yeah
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| It’s that same old same old
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| Actual development is in slow mo
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| Work a steady day job then go home
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| You’re free to roam anywhere within our zone
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| Hmmmm
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| Not really loving all the options?
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| Here’s a little tax break
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| Now go shopping!
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| Am I the only one that feels hollow?
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| A sense of sorrow
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| From a pre-designed tomorrow?
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| This world only exists for monetary cause
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| We should use our mind power to collapse the walls
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| When I use the term «The World»
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| I’m referring to the complex
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| Megaplex, that never let’s you breathe
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| «Fly over it»
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| But it never let’s you leave
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| «And you only know»
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| Everything it let’s you see
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| O.D. |
| on the norm
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| Til we all conform
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| Same attitude, same shoes and ties are worn
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| Then swarm to the screen, til the images seen
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| Make you forget to dream, only living for the green and…
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| Maybe we should take it to the start again
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| Burn up all the money and then start bartering
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| Smarter than, this construct
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| Misconduct
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| Awe struck
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| At the fact that we’re all fucked!
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| All ducks in a row, thriving off one mineral
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| Hurts on the low
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| So I compose syllables
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| Visual
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| This empire’s gonna fall
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| If we use our mind power ti collapse the walls
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| Take a deep breath
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| As I give it my best
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| To flee the realms of stress
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| Look! |
| now I’m at the top of Everest
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| At the crest with my Emperess
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| I suggest, we reside at no particular address
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| Leave the world behind
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| See the true divine lack of limitation through creation
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| It can’t be found within the borders of the nation
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| Patiently I ski on treetops and eavesdrop
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| As the leaves talk
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| If there’s an earthquake
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| I let the beat drop
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| Knees knock in panic
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| So I cradle the planet
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| Take a thought and expand it
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| Til it becomes a mode of transit
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| And it takes me
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| Where my imagination finds elation
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| To define senation
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| I had to cling to correlation
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| For a patient waiting in my foyer
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| I’m like Okoye
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| Run through
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| Hit em with that check one two
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| Travel from the stage to the stone age without a pause
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| Cause I use my mind power to collapse the walls |