| Mic check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
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| Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I know they hit record and play it back
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| Town houses, bugged out
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| Drop the bomb, smoke them out
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| Eavesdropper, free thought stopper
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| In my home, in my phone, in a helicopter
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| Looking down in the towns with a searchlight
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| There’s a shadow with no sun tonight, alright?
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| C4 to the door, say hello to your big brother
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| Now put your hands up mother fucker
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| Mic check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
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| Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I know they hit record and play it back
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| There’s a storm about to roll in
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| Boarded up I’m Edward Snowden
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| Morse coding
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| Messages behind the men in black
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| Bite my lip before I catch a bullet in the back of my head
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| Narcs sleeping in my bed?
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| Keeping tabs on everything I said
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| Hand me over to the feds
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| Drag me to the chemical sheds
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| And let my last words be
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| Free speech is dead
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| From GCHQ to the NSA
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| When the tables are turned
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| Laws are nothing but hearsay
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| They are subject to the whims of stubborn rulers
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| Taking a drill to a hard drive ain’t gonna fool us
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| It’s all uncovered, their shadows are lifted
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| Through the meta data, and content their sifting
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| Ask my boy Orwell what the hell do we do
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| His fiction pervades the future, for me and you.
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| C4 to the door say hello to your big brother
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| Now put your hands up you fuck
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| C4 to the door say hello to your big brother
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| Now put your hands up you fuck
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| Mic check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
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| Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
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| 'Cause I know they hit record and play it back |