| Ándale, Odelay stop the cops
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| I’ve been known to motivate
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| Campaign campaign
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| It’s an old estate, pop a roach a day
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| To save this modern day Nazis lost the plot
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| Change moves like molasses
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| Sometimes feels like movin' backwards
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| Somethin' like a phrase like «money matters»
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| Gaslight the masses
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| But this machine right here kills fascists (yep)
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| This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
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| This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
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| Get you off your asses
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| Settled in with the fact that I’ll never be rich
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| I doubled down with the purpose that I began with
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| Make art, make art
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| And I’m cool with that
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| Feel somethin', feel somethin'
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| Where the humans at?
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| Where you at?
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| Where you at where you at?
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| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back
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| Got style plus smarts plus heart
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| What you call that?
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| Pinpoint aim
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| When I flame you get all that
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| Where you at?
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| What it is what it ain’t
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| Ya’ll hate, blow hard
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| But it don’t inflate
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| All right, alt-right
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| Goin' down in flames
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| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
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| And it’s gettin' real late for ya
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| Yeah
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| Eyes in the back of my head
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| I catch Z’s in the front
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| Rather be caught dead
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| I used to doomsday prep
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| And now I’m like
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| If doomsday could try to get me in the front half
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| I wouldn’t even be that mad (Max!)
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| Or Vice taxed
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| With my lab rats
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| Too many pills
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| But chillin' with the transplant
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| Too many thrills
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| We do the shit that most can’t regularly
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| And on a schedule maybe even
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| Maybe, or maybe not
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| Pump fake bait switch hit ‘em with the twist
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| Yeah wait wait just like this
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| Now keep waitin'
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| Nothin' to see here
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| I steer like a broke
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| Front bike wheel driftin'
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| Appear for the night
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| If the right breeze send me
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| I deal with the types
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| Stay alive stay liftin'
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| When diggin' in the dirt so temptin'
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| Huh
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| Holler
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| Dick is in the water
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| I get it how I live it
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| Split it with my partners
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| Double jumping
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| Fuckin' up these level bosses
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| This machine kills screens and kills…
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| Where you at?
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| Where you at where you at?
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| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back
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| Got style plus smarts plus heart
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| What you call that?
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| Pinpoint aim
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| When I flame you get all that
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| Where you at?
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| What it is what it ain’t
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| Ya’ll hate, blow hard
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| But it don’t inflate
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| All right, alt-right
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| Goin' down in flames
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| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
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| And this didn’t relate for ya
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| I got P-E-O-P-L-E
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| Nothin' else matters to me
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| Come on connect collect reflect
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| Come get the wet I architect
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| I arc it best
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| Voice to my left tell me
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| «Get like the rest»
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| Voice in my head tell me
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| «Ain't none left»
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| But that thump in my chest tell me
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| Boy go ‘head
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| ‘Cause the thump in my chest tell me I’m not
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| Nah nah nah
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| I made a song called
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| «How to feel good when it’s all wrong
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| How to be on when it’s all off» (awful)
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| Poppin' like a sawed-off
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| Ayeyaya
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| Ayeyayaya
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| I do rad shit bad shit
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| Miss me with that trash shit
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| It goes classes to ashes
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| This machine kills fascists
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| Where you at?
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| Where you at where you at?
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| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back
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| Got style plus smarts plus heart
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| What you call that?
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| Pinpoint aim
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| When I flame you get all that
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| Where you at?
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| What it is what it ain’t
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| Ya’ll hate, blow hard
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| But it don’t inflate
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| All right, all right
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| Goin' down in flames
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| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
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| And it;s getting real late for ya |