| Your thoughts don’t really matter
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| Cause your actions don’t follow
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| What you do don’t matter
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| Cause you don’t see tomorrow
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| I don’t know you that well
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| But I know about your rep
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| I had to leave the room cause you was too consumed with meth
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| I salted the steps
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| Now there’s no excuse for slippin'
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| Put away all the toys
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| Try to avoid trippin'
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| Your voice is different, is it really you talkin'?
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| Change the subject
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| Too often I’m kickin' dialogue with puppets
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| I simply wear a smile
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| Play the role of dum-dum
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| Mr. Nice Guy
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| Mr. Lie-'bout-where-I-come-from
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| Humble
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| The type you either love or disrespect
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| Defense mech never even perceived me as a threat
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| Guilty
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| But still I let the real me through once in a while
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| To put a smile on the face of those that feel me
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| Acknowledge this game that’s played
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| Cause if you don’t, you
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| And we’ll be quick to read your page
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| How’d you find me?
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| C’mon, you didn’t, I found you
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| Used careful, strategic position to surround you
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| I got skills, got steam, got heart, got team
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| The true advantage is the evidence of things not seen
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| Why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| C’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
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| We set the scene Monday, vibin' on A. D
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| Clearly I recollect data be percept
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| Mad emotion move irate
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| Irrational following
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| Customer’s violation blazed the eighth just before
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| A fatigue dungarees askin' questions
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| About size, texture, color, packin'
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| Paternal 6 inch patrol nonchalantly
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| So he think but bluntly
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| And actual frontin'
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| My personal' is try to again and raise supporters
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| In a surplus with borders
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| Mega hawk in my frame with twin mirrors
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| I can’t afford this
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| My comfortable levels have been distorted
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| My
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| , a veteran of amnesia
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| Seize the cranial region, fuck you I’m leavin'
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| The color issue
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| Overexposed plus glamorized
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| Demagnetized, to enforce the iller lies
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| Like «I'm not racist» but the actions
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| Nice, you’re Minnesota, but it’s still about skin
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| Should I (a) bomb the place, C4 from my cousin
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| The aura buzzin'
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| Or (b) terrorize the plumbin'
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| Or saturate the surface with flyers to serve justice
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| Nervous of how to hit him with truth, for street service
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| I got the SKS
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| Assault bless your chest, we’re mental
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| A future revolu' comin' out
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| Why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
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| C’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
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| Patiently I’m waitin' in the brush, ready to destruct
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| A hook-nosed scoundrel, slice his throat on the down-low
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| I see the platoon steppin' through the marsh
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| Lights only supplied by the moon and the stars
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| It’s pitch dark
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| Glowin' is the red of the eyes of the antagonists
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| B52s and battleships
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| I’m makin'
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| I’m trackin' with my scanner, checkin' out my periphery
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| I hope that my commander’s somewhere lookin', detectin' me
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| Infrared scopes right next to me
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| I drop my head to my lap and start breathin' heavily
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| (Heavy breathing)
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| As the steps get closer
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| My limbs get colder
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| I start to lose my composure
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| It’s over
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| That’s what I’m feelin'
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| I’ve been defeated
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| I’m sittin' in my own feces
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| Thinkin' of defense
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| The sequence runnin' through my mind at the time of the sticky situation
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| Is I don’t want to taste gun shell and casings
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| So I’mma do what I have to do
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| I’m not a match for you
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| So I won’t try to you
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| Bag the tool, cause I don’t want to get my life trashed
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| Call me a coward, cause I’m throwin' up the white flag
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| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see
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| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see
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| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see |