| And when the world starts beating you down, take charge, break necks,
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| gotta stand up
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| And when I fall, don’t charge, stand tall, I’ma fight the whole crowd when i
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| stand up
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| I’m one with Gaia, bitch
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| This world gon' crack and split
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| And I’ve seen what’s inside the shit
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| Midgar gon' burn in blitz
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| These cities one and same
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| Pacific portal plane, I’m crossing through
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| My mortal chain is taut and pressure fills the veins
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| These limbs like artificial
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| My metal muscle tissue
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| I’m pullin' heavy crystal
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| This precious vessel crippled
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| Feed me diesel fuel
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| Light me like a fever do, heater do
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| I am like a victim of the cycle of my genus pool
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| Evil villains and they mega corporations, listen
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| Mako body, catch him detonating major fissions
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| Life in Sector 7 crumbled in my blurry vision
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| Life in floating city, life in floating prison
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| Hard to find it pretty, do my best baptisms with the paint
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| Stone is drinking from the rain
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| Death to dissidents, and Daniel like the dissident I claim
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| I put my fingers to the flame
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| All I want is just to turn time back |
| I feel like I never cherished my past
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| Waste my years, focused heavy on the background
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| Wonder why I never shined with the wrong crowd
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| Bring me back to when I knew there was peace
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| Bring me back before I lost all the pieces
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| Richest moments are the ones that feel cheap
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| Those important are the ones we don’t seek
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| Heavy head, so much lead in my cortex
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| Fuck meds, I’ma tread not important
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| Think less, tell myself I don’t listen
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| I’ma stress 'til I fuck up my vision
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| Years, now, I’ve been feeling like I’m missing
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| No one cares how much I’ve been distant
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| I control my own void, this my kitchen
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| So quit your bitching, baby, stop hissing
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| I’m one with Gaia, bitch
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| This world gon' crack and split
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| And I’ve seen what’s inside the shit
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| Midgar gon' burn in blitz
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| These cities one and same
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| Pacific portal plane, I’m crossing through
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| My mortal chain is taut and pressure fills the veins
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| These limbs like artificial
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| My metal muscle tissue
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| I’m pullin' heavy crystal
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| This precious vessel crippled
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| Feed me diesel fuel
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| Light me like a fever do, heater do |
| I am like a victim of the cycle of my genus pool
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| I’m upload my mind
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| To spider made of vines
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| No, spider made of wires
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| Rewrite the grand design
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| Smokin' on that digit pack
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| Circuit splittin' pack
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| Won’t get your body back
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| I’m TSUKI, man, I’m boulder breakin'
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| Bones are shoddy craft
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| This life like Chappie, no, I’m stone and marrow
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| Burnin' through the barrow
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| It’s a series, don’t fuck up the pattern
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| 1's and 0's stackin'
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| You are human, you are imperfection
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| You are my reflection
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| I won’t end it, i’m gon' wait and render
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| Life inside a blender, break
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| Bitch, what you want?
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| Yeah, I’m standing with my hands up
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| Face low
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| Clocking in everyday for peso
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| So much stress, gotta stay low
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| Mouth closed
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| I don’t talk, keep my friend list low, so
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| I don’t owe no favors for you, sir
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| I’ve been thinking too harsh, need to break through
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| I’ve been thinking too hard, need a break soon
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| I’ma fucking workaholic, I get paid soon |