| This resistance is malicious
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| Undesirables fill dining halls
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| Will slice you from the hip like magicians assistants
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| Slime fields pulse radioactive
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| The drain colllapse
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| Graphic stains on your mattress
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| Hat-trick
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| Twist off the cap of the Captain Morgans
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| And slap them orphans back to the slackness they were born in
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| Talking philosophy of time travel
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| All to see a mind crackle, ask the blind babble
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| Man is genetically modified
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| To forever be tuned and connected to this Hypnodic ride
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| My urine is dry, you’ll have to wash me
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| Out your gob, clean, with stuck to cigarettes and cold coffee
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| No sloppy, so stroppy
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| E & Jay and coke, smoke crops up so abruptly
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| Big up the DJ, fuck the instant replay
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| Six faded in the cut
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| Listen to what he say
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| «My minds in the sewer…»
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| «Don't look now, keep walkin'…»
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| «My minds in the sewer…»
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| «We nasty at this…»
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| Molotov explosive heat, corrosive beats
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| Whatever you need I get for free
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| Wagwarn, Saddam bombs
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| Assama-headshock, whats going on
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| Moving with the enemy so what’s gone wrong
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| On some Marvin Gaye song, wrapped and I’m gone
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| Strong, flex biceps when I torn
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| Big muscle, hustle these cats for they corn
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| Brass how I’m feeling, when I make a killing
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| Find me a gangsta bitch, rob banks with 'em
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| Then give the cash when it’s the hungry Africans
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| Give a man a fish and a net to catch them in
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| Shut the fuck up when I’m rapping man
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| Bars bang like nightclubs, and gunshot by Africans
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| Bang like brains that snort grams
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| Bang like chicks getting fucked by black mans
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| «My minds in the sewer…»
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| «Don't look now, keep walkin'…»
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| «My minds in the sewer…»
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| «The illest mic flow…» |