| Yo, yo, Yeah, Yo
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| We’re ready for this
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| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town
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| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around
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| We don’t care what they say about us
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| We’ve lost our trust
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| Now pay they must
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| Give way they must
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| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths
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| It’s a science when you deal with the molecular structure
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| Of energy and you are the conductor
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| Life is your symphony notaling reality
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| On a planet somewhere in the galaxy
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| The complexity of the cosmos is immense
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| I absorb my surroundings and capture the events
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| I form a quick sentence that sinks deep into a verse
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| That explores all corners of the universe
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| Describe as far as the boundaries of words can
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| So that my words can be heard by all man my plan
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| Caputre and expose moments in poetry lyricsally
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| Desrive it graphically words my capacity
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| No matter the weather come rain sleet or snow
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| I portray the architecture of man to let the world know
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| This is my new assignment —
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| Escape this earth environment
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| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town
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| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around
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| We don’t care what they say about us
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| We’ve lost our trust
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| Now pay they must
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| Give way they must
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| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths
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| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town
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| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around
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| We don’t care what they say about us
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| We’ve lost our trust
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| Now pay they must
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| Give way they must
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| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths
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| I won’t kill you with a dagga. |
| Won’t kill you with a knife
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| I will kill you with some lyrics. |
| Coming out of my life
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| Won’t kill you with a hammer. |
| But my words are like dart
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| Coming at you like flying fists of matial arts
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| It’s that unexplainable feeling I get in my heart
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| It’s the same components that turn words into art
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| It’s that inner part of me that is still in the dark
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| I depart searching for life and birth was the start
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| On a magnificent vocage I quest the earth surface
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| I know it seems worthless but I know I have a purpose
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| Adjust to the moments adapt to situations
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| Life simulation of infinite variations
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| The stimulation helps me soothe the beast
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| From the tropical savanna to these concrete streets
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| My reflection reflects like the sun from a mirror
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| Mind and body connect and axplode like nuclear
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| I stride on a stage like a model does a catwalk
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| Talk in poetry and expression — may teach a lesson
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| Maybe stressing on some free style tip
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| No matter what style I pick you know
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| I am feeling it. |
| It’s how I adapt to
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| The linguistics using methods derived from within the mystic
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| Elements of word construciion my words run deep
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| Don’t sleep
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| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town
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| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around
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| We don’t care what they say about us
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| We’ve lost our trust
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| Now pay they must
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| Give way they must
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| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths
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| Do we really have to kill all psychopaths?
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| Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em
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| We’re in this for life |