| Runnin' down a dark street, app that got a flashlight
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| Nike swoosh on bare feet, Whitney Houston’s crack pipe
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| The greatest love of all, watch me rise to watch me fall
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| Contemplating, rent is late in houses that I can’t afford
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| Show my papes at Heaven’s gates, they ask me for my visa
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| Lived a life without no hate so tell me what you need, sir?
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| Question your authority, genocide and poverty
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| Treaties don’t negate the fact you’re dealing stolen property
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| Hacker, I’m a hacker, I’m a hacker in your hard drive
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| Hundred thousand dollar Tesla ripping through your hard drive
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| Oh, Jesus, pull the cord, seat belt, what you standing for?
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| Buckle up, let’s knuckle up and tell Mohammed bring his sword
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| I’m a candle, I’m a candle
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| Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
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| Vigil in the middle of your occupied locations
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| One that burns for haters, one that burns for Haitians
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| I’m a candle, I’m a candle
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| Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
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| Standing in the middle of your synagogue and chapel
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| Licking that forbidden fruit through bitten glowing apples
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| Factories in China, coltan from the Congo
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| Smuggled to Burundi hidden in a bongo
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| We beat a mighty drum, change his login 'fore they come
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| Guns and ammunition pay tuition for the deaths be young
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| Hacker, I’m a hacker, I’m a hacker in your hard drive
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| There ain’t no security, I’m hacking through your hard drive
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| Information highway, tunnel vision highway
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| Exit 17, yo, bring them motherfuckers my way
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| Virus, I’m a virus, I’m a virus in your system
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| Fuck your history teacher, bitch, I’ve never been a victim
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| I’m just a witness, Hitler can come get this
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| Rabbis in Ramallah throwing burkas on these bitches
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| I’m a candle, I’m a candle
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| Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
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| Vigil in the middle of your occupied locations
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| One that burns for haters, one that burns for Haitians
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| I’m a candle, I’m a candle
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| Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
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| Burning in the middle of your mosques and in your chapel
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| Licking that forbidden fruit through bitten glowing apples
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| I’m a candle |