| I’m a man of the ledge
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| Saw me up, send me over the edge
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| I got ticks, psychotic fix like a bullet got lead
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| Sick in the head, man it got him sick in the streets
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| Corrupted, fucking illegal junks in the gun function
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| Watch it pop off, the hood ain’t soft
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| When it comes to cocktails we bout them Molotovs
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| Crack the bottle off all full throttle at the salon
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| The march starting off, you say stop it till way past dawn
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| Go to soul ya protest won’t turn violent
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| With my cane in ya brains, go ahead you wanna sign it
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| Thinking back like allure do, call that bitch a seal
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| Like the dead bitch and hang the rope in hell we meet again
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets
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| I gotta confess, all the social unrest
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| Is giving me a reason to get some shit off my chest
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| Enough is enough, we way past discussion
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| Time to target the players, this system needs a concussion
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| Grab your torches and pitchforks, to boost for the kick doors
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| Drag em in the streets to let 'em know what we piss for
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| Flip over limousines, Tahoe’s, and Crown Vic’s
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| The monarchy’s dead, we ain’t falling for Crown tricks
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| Believe me they ain’t ready for these 7 billion citizens
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| Lock the funny loaders screaming louder, say I’m killing Sam
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| A revolution, I say fuck the institution
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| We been hoarding indignation
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| It’s time for redistribution
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets
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| Chew through the straitjacket, can never hold me
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| I’ll go free and cause havoc, Shinobi
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| My Majik Ninja swords got on me, only boldly go
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| Where the insane goes lowkey
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| I hear the, channel place slowly, causing harm to the public
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| Voices all made no calm like a brawny weapon
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| We rush it like quarterbacks that crush it with the dead and I love it
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| Its all our saving, its fuck the pedal mine and I touched it
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| I’m taking lives and there’s no peace of mind
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| That ain’t great escape, where the lights are meeting the fight
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| Chasing 'em through the night, call the law if you dare to incite
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| Those madmen, nothing’s really been and the chaos can now begin
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets
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| You trying hard but you can’t hide (can't hide)
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| We’re simply sick of your shit, move aside (move)
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| We want what’s ours, keep your motherfucking peace (no peace)
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| Let’s tear this motherfucker up, chaos in the streets |