| The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
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| It’s in the sky in chemtrails from a Dorner drone
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| There’s a war between fezes and Jesus
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| The winner ghost-wrote the pledge of allegiance
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| Niggas afraid to touch mason jars
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| There’s worse shit on your identification card
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| For any man to ever say another man is irrelevant
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| Is an ant trying to grow a trunk and dance like an elephant
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| So Mister Frankenstein, dead your experiment
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| Body so African and head so American
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| And here’s the deed to the motherfuckin' promise land
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| A pound of weed and the printed lyrics to rocket man
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| One whole shattered into dividends
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| They’re connected by the rhythm and blood
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| Two extremes of faithful and paranoid
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| But neither ever really saw what it was
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| Every step a man has even taken
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| Was only past playing in another man’s original dream
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| And you keep seeing yesterday ‘cause its all gonna happen again
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| Brand new once again, one year later (its all gonna happen again)
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| Like never before, all over again, one year after (it's all gonna happen again)
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| The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
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| Written in the sky with chemtrails from a Dorner drone
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| And they afraid to touch mason jars
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| When there’s far worse shit on your identification card
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| I couldn’t change your life but I wanted to
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| I wanted you to hear nothing else after this
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| The ego is the dirtiest of private parts
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| A spirit boner never sittin' less than six feet high
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| I want this shit to do what it doesn’t do
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| Disregard other people’s choices like they ain’t that cool
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| As if this cab was a thing to be bragged about
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| When don’t nobody sitting in it seem to know what to do
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| Except write these words
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| And record these words
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| Memorize these words
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| ‘Til they get on our nerves
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| And we learn to never wait for what we think we deserve
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| Cause the money and the karma is imaginary
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| You don’t believe in your arteries and capillaries
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| But they still work
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| Nobody asked you to
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| Nobody ever not once ever asked you to
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| And they wouldn’t till they found a way to benefit
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| One whole shattered into dividends
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| They’re connected by the rhythm and blood
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| Two extremes of faithful and paranoid
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| But neither ever really saw what it was
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| Every step a man has ever taken
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| Was only past playing in another man’s original dream
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| And you keep seeing yesterday ‘cause its all gonna happen again
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| Everyone’s overreacting
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| (It's all gonna happen again)
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| Everyone’s overreacting
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| (It's all gonna happen again)
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| Everybody’s now under arrest
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| Even the cops, army, and kids
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| I couldn’t change your life but I wanted to
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| I wanted you to hear nothing else after this
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| The ego is the dirtiest of private parts
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| A spirit boner never sittin' less than six feet high
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| I want this shit to do what it doesn’t do
|
| Disregard other people’s choices like they ain’t that cool
|
| As if this cab was a thing to be bragged about
|
| When don’t nobody sitting in it seem to know what to do
|
| Except write these words
|
| And record these words
|
| Memorize these words
|
| ‘Til they get on our nerves
|
| And we learn to never wait for what we think we deserve
|
| Cause the money and the karma is imaginary
|
| You don’t believe in your arteries and capillaries
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| But they still work
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| Nobody asked you to
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| Nobody ever not once ever asked you to
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| And they wouldn’t till they found a way to benefit |