| Uncage the beast, I think it’s time to live
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| My momma wander 'round my dreams and screaming «Find them kids!»
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| We gone, momma, into the further I’mma go diving beyond the drama
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| Into my subconscious trauma 'til my soul’s so comma
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| Comma, backspace, this can’t be life, silly rat race
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| Started back when white rappers were viewed as bad as black face
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| Kids teased my dad for being kind of crack race
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| Stupid fuckers seeing black and white, you really lack taste
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| My mom did dance to keep us fed, the exotic kind
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| I was too young to understand it wasn’t conga line
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| But I was never shamed, not once I learned from all the grind
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| That’s probably why I never suited up and Columbined!
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| Better myself to go and hustle anyway I knew
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| A million jobs it took for me to get on stage with you
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| This is that battle cry, welcome to The War Within
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| Pick up your tools and point them back at you, you’re born again!
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| Uncage the beast, I think it’s time to live
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| My father wander 'round my dreams and screaming
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| «Hide your ribs!» |
| You know they’ll shank you
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| My medicine’s in the arm and I move around the piranhas
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| Cause all them things you taught us and I don’t know how to thank you
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| Pops, I’ve kept my eyes locked up on the plot
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| Watch the cops and crops and it just never stops
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| I get messages online about if we’re Illuminati
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| And I reply to them smiling, all like «Fuck it kid, you got me!»
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| But truth be told I’m just like you and yours
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| And all that secret society talk is what’s distracting you from more
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| Don’t let 'em take you down with fairy tales of Masonry
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| Cause most of time it ain’t half as true as what you think it be
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| Even the villains have their street teams
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| These needles filled with weak dreams
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| Poking us with sicknesses and bleak jeans
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| This is The War Within, started back in '83
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| I got soul, so good fucking luck, on breaking me
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| Looks like another perfect day
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| To live like it’s the last
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| I’m just living fast
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| And trying not to miss the past
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| You can see that everything
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| Inside you plays a role
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| So let it take its toll
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| You know, we got soul |