| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town
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| Keep moving around and around
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| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown
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| Keep moving around and around
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| In the place with amazing grace
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| Moving under all those just wasting space
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| So we raise the stakes and erase the slate
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| Running out all rappers on a paper chase
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| Just a taste of a soul in race
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| But don’t keep faith but control breeds hate
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| A lonely face up a phony fakes
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| For as long as it takes
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| I’m my own when i’m able
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| Let’s take the first step to a system phone
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| Grab hold and try to change the things that we all own
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| If we make sole progress
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| Sometimes i seemed so blessed
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| But we gotta stay positive, driven and focused
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| On this protest it’s the bar reps and oak lifts
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| Actions speak louder than words but we still press
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| On trying to right the wrongs with these songs
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| It’s not a matter of lift
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| It’s just a matter of how long
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| It’s the stuff that’ll be stale as bomb
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| Just twist the dial turn the radio on
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| Plus they’re playing the songs that are paying the blings
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| Making them all part by saying the wrong things
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| Come on take the junk, turn it around
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| Stop faking the funk burn the shit to the ground
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| What better way than now today escape the crowd
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| Or we can remain proud, face down, safe and sound
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| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town
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| Around and around
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| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown
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| Keep moving around and around
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| Live your life to the fullest, let the chips fall
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| Give it all you got til you hit a brick wall
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| Shit y’all, it’s all a big game right
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| Ain’t like it matters anyway so we play right
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| Stay hype, til the final curtains close
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| First to blow bubble be the first to go
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| Hone your craft make sure you’re verses flow
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| Stay humble, spread lovin, stay versatile
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| Kyprios killed the radio star
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| Motor on the track gotta wait in a boxcar
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| Kyprios killed in stereo war
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| Raining over him love and hate in my heart
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| I’m about a ten a ten, a baller who intend
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| To win the manner of an alien, a scholar and a gentleman
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| Intelligent i innovate you little let us demonstrate
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| Shark in a puddle, you a minnow in a lake
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| Consider this a break from the everyday pre-packaged week average music
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| We have this way of making people wanna jump and move
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| And thank god there’s somebody bumping something new
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| (sweatshop)
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| Coming through, so clear the path
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| And feel the wrath of a disaster near to happen
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| Need to hear the rap and sing to the masses
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| Keeping them smiling while their kingdom collapses
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| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town
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| Keep moving around and around
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| We all chase after things that just hold us down
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| Yeah but we’re moving up from the ground
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| We wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown
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| Move around and around |