| Yeah
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| Get a grip on your life
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| Slip in it, proving adequate
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| Defy the pattern and pray that you find your happiness
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| Unraveled in the alternative, can’t imagine
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| It’s nothing but savage inside of a rotted mind, ravenous
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| It’s madness
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| Let it, it’ll turn you to a savage
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| Ain’t nobody chasing after average
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| Dipping from the badges with packages
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| Into whipping crashing the matching
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| It’s madness
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| Pray this whole generation isn’t a waste!
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| Don’t lose ya faith in the chaos and catch a case (Woah don’t)
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| Lose balance fall in a crowd that is being maced
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| Spill ya yak then have to throw out a pack as you being chased (Hope you don’t)
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| Fall into propaganda or in the fake news
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| Log in to instagram wit' an info war and debate dudes
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| Raving in Babylon, wavy maybe no more escape routes
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| Sign of the times, you on the same medicine they use
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| Everybody do drugs bruh
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| That’s the way ya supplier thinks
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| Niggas burnin' bridges
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| With no regret 'til the fire peaks
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| Everybody’s the plug
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| But who is makin' these wires reach
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| Shout out to all my higher beings!
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| Take the smoke in, provoking the pandemonium
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| Then pan the camera to be fa' sho you seeing the whole reason it’s no even
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| playing field, It’s home advantage the whole season
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| The panoramic view shows the MO is an animal kingdom
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| It’s madness!
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| Let it, it’ll turn you to a savage
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| Ain’t nobody chasing after average
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| Dipping from the badges with packages
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| Into whipping crashing the matching
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| It’s madness
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| Everybody chasing after status
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| Get it then they overcome with sadness
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| Turning into addicts with habits
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| And disappear like magic
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| Imagine this madness
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| Block rotten images
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| They cause mental blemishes
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| I speak to possibility, not what the limit is
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| I hate a conspiracy theorist with the vigilance
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| If you know something special
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| Well go 'head and blow the whistle then
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| This is the sentiment of a concerned citizen
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| The misdirection of the people will diminish them
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| See I don’t fuck with dissidence
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| I be dissing and a reach for you to preach
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| When you don’t practice any discipline
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| On wax wings, fake flying like he Icarus
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| And pushing hate, you finna face the fate of Sisyphus
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| Racism a sickness, some insisted it was justified
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| When it’s your own, I don’t see what the difference is
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| Hypocrite, this is a fact, fire me
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| Escape society 'fore you get slapped violently
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| I don’t know why these fucking bastards would lie to me
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| The sociologist been conducting rap with psychiatry
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| It’s madness
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| Everybody chasing after status
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| Get it then they overcome with sadness
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| Turning into addicts with habits
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| And disappear like magic
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| Imagine this madness
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| I ain’t really vibing with the masses
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| Tweeting 'bout it while they on they asses
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| Swimming in the gas while they playing with the matches
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| It’s ashes to ashes
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| It’s madness |