| Red Pill:
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| I leave rappers more afraid than two racists
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| surrounded by 22 Ving Rhames' each with .22's and two big razors
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| Trapped inside of two big cages
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| with a moat around the outside with sharks that shoot lasers
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| I feel a war coming, so pass the war drum
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| and bang on that bitch till you feel your fucking core buzzing
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| whether it’s your cousin, your brother or your husband
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| If they’re not screaming «Fuck the police», then you’re suffering
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| For every fake cop who midnights on his KKK watch
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| Trust that I pray that they drop
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| I’m more of a lover than a fighter
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| But if it’s fire that they want then I’m happy to spare a lighter
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| Confederate Flag wavers in Carolina
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| I’d be happy to take you to your intelligent designer
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| I don’t care if it’s Darren Wilson or Paris Hilton
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| I’m tearing through all of 'em, not even sparing children
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| Verbal Kent:
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| This fucking interview is
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| Over… pshh, You got somethin' to ask me?
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| I’ll be watchin' Wrestle Mania with Brendan Daseey at the
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| Avery salvage yard: you wanna rumble? |
| Get your parents.
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| — and tell em they better be ware of somethin worse than Jared
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| I’ll rip the hair off Donald Trumps scalp, for runnin his fat mouth truthfully?
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| I’d rather elect Alf.
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| I go deeper than scuba divers, to bring truth to you
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| guys its… more than just Isis… and uber drivers
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| devices to give us divorces and force us to believe in
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| forces: cry in' over Han Solo corpses. |
| The
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| rebirth: your means of egress is slim, slimmer than your
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| neck: choke you out with an ' I can’t breath tshirt for
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| Freddie Gray: Say all lives matter
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| say it
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| just once and all bodies and all minds splatter, I’ll push over a
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| push over, your hopeless. |
| nothin' el help, stand
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| up for yourself? |
| N stand
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| Up for your self… |