| They way that we drummin' make you think what’s one hunit
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| Plummet we don’t want it son its the dumbest
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| We done and wanna get from it
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| Havin' visions of eden, while this evil is breathin' inside a demon
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| Deceivin' with light I’m even this season
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| Companies kill my culture, sucka said on the sofa
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| See the soul of a soldier, I’mma go to Zack De la Rocha
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| And awaken rebel sound that’ll break that fake label down
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| Gotta vacate this able now, everyday fate from a halo crown
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| If they oppose it, give 'em hell is the key
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| Well is the free, we ain’t practicin' celibacy
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| A relic you think we anghellic, tell it to me
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| We’ll mail and sell it to fellowships and telekinesis
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| When occur the people movin' develop diseases
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| Sick on your symphony some get hella facetious
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| When searin' your shows I’m somberin' the shell it decreases
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| Light for the lord of love a lot leveled is leaf lit
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| Free (styles), free (life), free (reign)
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| We (wild), we (fight) for these (brains)
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| Be (gone), she likes the eased (pain)
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| He’s (mild), he gripes cause she’s (Strange)
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| Take off your shackles people come along
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| Fuck a fraggle nigga become a con
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| We keep it coated then when summer gone
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| Cowardly critters not with the strong better run along
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| We are free, we are
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| We are free, we are
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| We are, we are free
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| We are, we are free
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| No time for killin' time, because it’s killin' time
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| I’m an American hustler sedated in my prime
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| Pray for the 99, ride with the 88
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| Spinal 1 percent it’s just a numbers game
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| Fame for us psychos, Jackson’s to Michael
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| Missiles for silos, no stones for the high road
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| Army of 5-Os, for half foes I hydro
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| Drones over my home, no phone tap to spy on
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| And though they say there’s nothin' to fear but fear itself
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| I keep a bottle of spirits near my bookshelf
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| Because a runaway slave will never sleep well
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| I self medicate the frame in my brain cell
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| Married to the matrix, that bitch got two faces
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| She gave me all I got and took away all my acquaintance
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| Travellin' the planet walkin' on so many stages
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| Made me realize dimensions gettin' jumped through one a daily
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| He’s an alien, Eddie Arkadian
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| In love with money and fame there ain’t no savin' him
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| But I’m the fuckin' last dragon spittin' radiance
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| Walkin' a planet I created in my cranium
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| I rewrote this verse mad times
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| One for every single instance somebody denied me my damn shine
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| One for the brick layers, one for the winning team with injured players
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| One for the «He's gon' be the shit"sayers, keep me on my toes
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| My fanbase rattlin', the speakers on my bows and my sneakers on the stones
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| You give me props and I’mma keep 'em in my soul
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| Cause I’m MVP’n on these cretins down below
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| All this world’s gone catnip, rattlesnake bat shit
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| Critics eat a fat dick, vinegar and cracked lips
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| Citizens get it in, gimme ten seconds in Atlas
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| And I’mma show you even on this bitch front to backwards
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| Breakin' down codes, bro True Detective
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| Ridin' to some Wrek shit, could change up your perspective
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| Don’t just take my word for it, check up on the guest list
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| Jesus and the Devil rollin' dice up in the flesh pit
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| Free speech, free souls, free press
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| So we preach to seek goals and leave stress
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| Beneath streets, we reach hold and breach depths
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| To the mothafuckers we bringin' ruckus with each breath
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| As if the sales stop, been stay
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| See Ten K was just the entry, my pen slays
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| My next album’s gonna be bent shades of dense graves
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| Death to the shackles around my ankles, I been free |