| «Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
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| Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/
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| Promoe:
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| Im here to give a voice to all the blurred faces/
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| The ones who vandalize and disturb neighbours/
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| The ones who go to court and get no legal aid/
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| Have no rights in society but to keep the evil paid/
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| The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
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| And make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
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| The ones whose history ya’ll want to erase/
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| No historys no future, despair in their face/
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| The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
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| Like my boys got victims of boycotts/
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| You claim they’re not political but to me/
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| The whole art form questions private property/
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| A political crime of passion/
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| This one is to my train bombing, train trashing…
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| Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
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| Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/
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| I represent the spray paint artist/
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| I can feel your pain and hardships/
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| I know you’re workin the grave yard shift/
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| So you can keep that train yard hit/
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| And though society hate our shit/
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| And love feh build their great star ships/
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| I know as long as your brave heart ticks/
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| Its on your side the creators sits/
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| Promoe:
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| Youre never home sleepin always out peepin the yard/
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| You doin whole cars with no guards/
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| If 5−0 show up do throw ups on po-pos car/
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| You blow up the precinct if they put you behind bars/
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| Youre smart, no heart for a system that hates you/
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| You praise true masters like Seen and Phase 2/
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| You amaze crews and do a one man whole train/
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| Thatll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane/
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| Disregard cold rain and bad weather you’d better/
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| Practice your letters cus you gotta get better/
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| Yo yo get up get out and do something/
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| You can’t sleep cus you wanna become king of bombing/
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| Equipped with bomb ink and the most fat caps/
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| And a walkman with Promoes fat rap/
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| Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
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| Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/
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| Cosmic:
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| Who can tell you what you can do and can not?/
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| Who can beat you down, smash your face and put on hand cuffs?/
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| Who built the cage and who makes sure you stay in it?/
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| Who can break the law, break your jaw and get away with it?/
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| Who sets up trials then calling you a liar?/
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| Who is out spying preparing train yards with barbed wire?/
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| Who represent the evil with no regret?/
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| Who forget about the people and what punishment we get?/
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| But yo Who is out jumping electrified fences?/
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| Who is throwing rocks at hidden camera lenses?/
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| Who is getting raw shitty to get up all city?/
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| Who is writing graffiti but never admit that they did it?/
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| Who is discriminated and not told the truth?/
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| Whos affiliated to killers according to the news?/
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| Who goes by the names of Suer, Swob and Jeis/
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| Kaos, Side, Heis, Cake and Obey?/
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| Who is on the frontline fighting sodomite?/
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| I gotta say peace to my peeps and all of my…
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| Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
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| Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/
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| Promoe:
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| To all my freedom fighters let me see them lighters/
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| If you’re fed up with security guards who beat up writers/
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| Fed up with seeing your pieces get buffed/
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| Police that’s corrupt and leaders that bluff/
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| Fed up with a unjust justice system/
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| We gotta teach our young ones cuss the system/
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| If you’re fed up with the gun busts, cuffs and prisons/
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| Then let me see you pump pump up your fist son/
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| Listen, you hear the freedom chimes? |
| playin at the speed of rhyme/
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| Tellin you to free your mind/
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| Graffiti is a freedom crime, beautiful and revolutionary/
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| Suitable for revolutionaries/
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| On that road seldom travelled by the multitude/
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| Remember this when the cops come to fuck with you…
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| Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
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| Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |