| I like the seat belts, put the seat belts back
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| Okay…
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| P.O.S., Doomtree Crew
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| Rhymesayers Crew
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go
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| In a world where the world ends at the end of your block
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| And them uh, little whirlwinds spin friction round the clock
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| I’ll be savage, hunt and gather the average rather cadaver
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| Cock back hammer, splatter matter all over cell phone and calendar
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| No peace, yeah, in the middle of a war zone, riddle when the norm thinks slow
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| No sleep, yeah, with the shades down low, on the down low fighting with a dream
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| I creep, yeah, all secrets please, I don’t need to speak
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| I’m paranoid like a man in the land of the free
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| To set up and let us burn and turn cheek, damn
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| Stop with the octagon, top your block, I’m gone
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| Off my rock, no songs, no more locked, yeah
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| Just a little bit a prison for everyone of us
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| We won’t listen till there isn’t any more of us
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| These days we quick to part ways with rights like «okay»
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| Here, let’s be clear, for the record I did not sign up for lock-down
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| Or any kind of shock and I’m so bored
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| You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
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| Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
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| Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
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| Step up your thought game lames
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| We’re all thirsty! |
| (We're all thirsty!)
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| It’s like they leave us no option
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| Walking these streets, heat is watching
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| These preachers speak from their pockets
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| These teachers- Bring it back, c’mon
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| These teachers reach but can’t stop it
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| Seedlings so poisoned, so lost and
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| Follow these prophets to nonsense
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| Tossing what’s right to the dust
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| And I ain’t no casualty
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| Got no surface with spotless morality
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| My dirt might have to cover up my grave
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| But I keep my fear of faith
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| And filth clutter up my cave
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| Got me looking for disinfectant
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| (I don’t know how to behave)
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| God, I’m bored!
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| You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
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| Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
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| Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
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| Step up your thought game lames
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| (We're all thirsty!)
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| (More!) More! |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| (So thirsty for more!) |