| tare down the gates release the apes
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| see we got what it takes to guzzle lakes and cause earthquakes
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| ever talk to dead a man with a lead hand who could have lead man to conquering
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| jesus i don’t mean to be facetious but he’s just what we trust when we bus
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| i’m an awkward observation evaluating a nation
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| disguised as a haitian, asian, italy indian caucasian
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| blessed an blazin’a bar raisin’occasion is my situation what you thought you
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| was facin'
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| humm, that’s where you’re wrong! |
| ??my faith strong like teflon. |
| i tell’em get
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| up, get, get gone!
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| shonlock a strong arm standing on crates pickin’the lock to the gates you
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| better ring the alarm!
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| halt, stop, cease, release
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| a jersey chica hear to rock this piece.
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| rooted deep with a mind to increase christ
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| less of my flesh so it’s tight.
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| constant death to my flesh so it’s right.
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| you tell me that this world is quite trife
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| and it breathes breathless scenarios
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| bumps nonsense up in your stereo.
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| world philosophers has got to go, flee.
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| don’t be blinded like the three. |
| plato, socrates, and niche tell you god is dead and not we.
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| even before '74 i was destined to win and strive for more.
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| until then i gotsta roll like a skater,
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| hear me now or hear me later.
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| can you hear me now? |
| what about now?
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| shake the gates and watch them come down!
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| can you hear me now? |
| what about now?
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| people getting loud to victorious sounds!
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| take it back by force y’all, some say violent
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| make the naysayers say, shhh stay silent.
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| gain way! |
| that’s true indeed
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| rumblin’stronger than elephants in full stampede.
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| trained for the combat built rock diesel
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| injected with a power that can quicken dead people.
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| some stay sleep but that’s not us we’re infamous, unpopular in the populus.
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| you can like to love us or love to hate
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| if you’re not locked inside them, then storm the gates.
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| too many held up inside this invisible grid
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| what you mean what would he do? |
| we gotta do what he did.
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| getting it done plundering the pits for the son
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| the west was won by cowboys blazin’they’re guns.
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| poker face is on, ready for play offs |
| smart under control in the midst of chaos. |