| Feel the funk blast
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| Feel the funk blast
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| Feel the funk blast
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| Feel the funk blast
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| Feel the funk blast
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo
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| I be walkin' God like a dog,
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| my narrative, fearless
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| My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
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| Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
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| This is the native son, born of Zapata’s guns
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| Stroll through the shanties and the cities' remains
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| Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
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| These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains
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| Pick a point on the globe, yes, the picture’s the same
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| There’s a bank, there’s a church, a myth and a hearse
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| A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
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| There’s a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame
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| A white-hooded judge
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| a syringe and a vein
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| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| This ain’t subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
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| The pulse of the condemned, sound off America’s demise
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| The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes, I spit fire
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| Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
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| Yes, back through the shanties and the cities' remains
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| Same bodies buried hungry (Uh-huh), but with different last names (Uh-huh)
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| Them vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothing but chains
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| Pick a point here at home, yes, the picture’s the same
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| There’s a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
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| There’s a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
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| There’s a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
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| The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
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| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| I’m calm like a bomb
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| (Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
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| There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill
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| There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills
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| There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
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| There’s a right to obey and there’s a right to kill
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| There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill
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| There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills
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| There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
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| 'Cause there’s a right to obey and there’s the right to kill |