| The number one public enemy
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| With split personality
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| Yeah, and both rap for anarchy
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| Keepin my beard long like pops in the '70s
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| Burnin flags, screamin «fuck the Kennedys»
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| Many see me as a hoodlum, at best a good bum
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| Lettin out anger over bass and snare drums
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| Fuckin up eardrums of those with high income
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| Holdin king Carl Gustav for ransom
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| Leavin Madeleine in labor pains while I’m bombin trains
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| Tryin to bring back the days of '36 in Spain
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| And y’all claim I’m too negative
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| Talkin 'bout Sweden’s really a nice place to live
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| Oh, I’m supposed to be satisfied cause I got a fatter life
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| Than my brothers and sisters who die
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| On the other side of the planet
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| It’s all connected, goddamnit!
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| If you leave the third world stranded
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| The first and second will soon be drowned
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| In the blood, sweat and tears of the people we hold down
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| Hold up! |
| That’s something you will never understand
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| Fuck that man! |
| I’m tryin to take a stand
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| You might just laugh but I’m tryin to walk a righteous path
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| Stumblin though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath
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| Me, I’m tired of doin the math when nothing adds up
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| The good’s always down, the bad’s up
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| That sucks!
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| Life’s a bitch and then you die
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| Wrong! |
| Life’s a biatch and then you decide
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| To do something about it
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| Shit’ll only drive you crazy if you allow it (Word)
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| Everyday, I wake up late in the afternoon
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| Thinkin to myself something gotta happen soon
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| I’m rackin food at the corner store to make ends meet
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| Spent my last dime on a hard disk and MPC
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| Embee, me, Cos. mic, Supreme
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| Put our cream to make this dream come true
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| Invest my life in this Looptroop crew
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| State got me on trial again, this time I’m innocent
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| But of course I got convicted cause they want every cent
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| If it ain’t rent or taxes they charge me a fine
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| For bein at the wrong place at the wrong time
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| With a wrong state of mind
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| The state wants what’s mines
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| But the government is thugs, so I’mma resort to crimes as well
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| I don’t care about jail cause all I do all day
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| Anyway is lift weights and masturbate
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| Then I try and get it straight
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| Cause the voice inside my head be keepin me awake at night
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| Forcin me to stay up and write
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| Some dope material so that I might
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| Turn this negative shit into positive
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| Cause something gots ta give
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| Fuck it! |
| I gots ta live!
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| Fuck it! |
| I gots ta live! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Positive & Negative , by - Promoe. Song from the album Government Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп