| Get a dose, a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow
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| Got a wire or two unlodgin', I’ll set a fire down below
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| I’ll hang it up when you say, «Sorry, I didn’t know»
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| Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let’s go
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| I don’t really know how to go slow
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker’s cold (Ayy)
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| You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it’s a no go
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| This whole world’s a shit moat, filled to the brim like Gitmo
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| When you think it don’t get mo' low it limbo 'til the sticks on flo'
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| All oppression’s born of lies, I don’t make the rules, I’m just one guy
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| All due respect, if getting spit on’s how respect is now defined
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| Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there’s a line
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| It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that’s their design
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| Funny fact about a cage, they’re never built for just one group
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| So when that cage is done with them and you still poor, it come for you
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| The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used
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| You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops)
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| Pseudo-Christians, y’all indifferent, kids in prisons ain’t a sin? |
| Shit
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| If even one scrap of what Jesus taught connected, you’d feel different
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| What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don’t get it
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| I’d say you lost your goddamn minds if y’all possessed one to begin with
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold)
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| Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels
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| We back on our shit, and it’s cold as fuck
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| The way I see it, you’re probably freest from the ages one to four
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| Around the age of five you’re shipped away for your body to be stored
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| They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores
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| And they predictin' prison population by who scoring the lowest
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| And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me
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| And every day on the evening news, they feed you fear for free
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| And you so numb, you watch the cops choke out a man like me
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| Until my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, «I can’t breathe»
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| And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV
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| The most you give’s a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy
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| But truly the travesty, you’ve been robbed of your empathy
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| Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically
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| Fast forward the future so then you can face it
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| And see how fucked up it’ll be
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| I promise I’m honest
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| They coming for you the day after they comin' for me
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| I’m readin' Chomsky, I read Bukowski, I’m layin' low for a week
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| I said somethin' on behalf of my people and I popped up in Wikileaks
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| Thank God that I’m covered, the devil come smothered
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| And you know the evil don’t sleep
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| Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave
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| All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves
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| Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
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| Just got done walkin' in the snow
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| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold)
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| Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners?
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| Go hellfire hot in a new sauna
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| It’s a cold winter, baby, and a cruel summer
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| I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer
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| And emerge out the side, not a bruise on 'em
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| Bad news come in twos, son, do somethin'
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| Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on 'em
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| Got a stroke row crew on 'em, move on 'em
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| We be the heroes, the breakers of chains, and the busters of locks (Locks,
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| locks)
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| You be them suckers supportin' them snitches that talk to the cops
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| This the Illmatic of turning your face into fucker foie gras
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| I’m not so sure opportunity’s knocking, it’s probably the law
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| Word to the old school tape decks
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| I get Radio Raheem respect
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| My Nike pendant sacred
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| Similar to the Ghostface bracelet
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| Fire in the hole, oh, no joke
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| Prolly go broke just off smoke
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| Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke?
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| Get a job, play the role, be adults?
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| Nah, I’ma do me, arigato
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| First of all, they cheated (Haha)
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| 'Cause they, one of 'em black and the other one white (Uh-huh)
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| So if you don’t like 'em, you automatically racist (Ah, oh, well) |