| Example Weed News wraps around me
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| And I hear that they say I was dumb
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| Freedom of expression became fashionable all over the place
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| And this is the scariest routine of suffocation
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| That you do not feel the pressure of the hand behind your neck
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| And you are a plaintiff out of concern
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| Behind the curtain of your hands, you are in the front row
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| That is, the enemy is honored a thousand times
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| He was expelled to this well-received mass
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| I wrote you are more confident
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| Because it is not a problem for us, they are tyrants
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| The future loosened the shower chair
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| In fact, I became the cause of laziness
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| Now come and put it in your head that "Daddy is tomorrow"
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| A country where every stumbling block is lost
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| Our side to the efforts and stability of this bald head
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| I can not close my mouth even with a mask
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| Loose whatever rhyme
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| When content is contentless
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| Affected herds including old, young, adolescent brain
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| My way apart is self-sufficient style
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| "Liberation" of this word defines the border
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| This is an original composition that I drew between us
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| The result of a year of silence in my brain was rap
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| Connected to the source without consuming power
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| But I know you well
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| I pull you out of you and push you forward
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| Do not throw it, throw it yourself
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| I will not say anything, I better leave it to you
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| Go, Daddy, whoever you say above, your back will fly
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| It's a pity that he wants to punch you for you
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| The little one must see a logical volume in himself
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| Who wants to dry it
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| We arrived at a risky event route
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| I do not even think I can digest you
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| The result of all these years of hard work
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| Now it has become a tourist attraction
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| Or in fact bastards
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| On this heritage with a nail writing a memento
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| When even the beetle atomic bomb did not die
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| Live garbage from the garbage can of history
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| Appearance and esoteric back and front
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| Apparently you are not hungry, you are inwardly hungry
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| Lafto from below hit the resident behind the native
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| Brush my hand straight on the back of the native
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| The one who breaks the ladder under you
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| I was not the one who clung to your religion
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| I wrote your bio, read your bio
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| If I take a risk, I will risk it
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| That's right, oh I came that soft
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| These unspoken things want to brainwash me
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| If I want to go beyond credibility and honor
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| Now I have to document half of this city
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| I sparked a sea of gas
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| I did not hit my head on the stone, I hit my head
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| Twenty years of work to prove I am a winner
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| I even washed my clothes with sweat
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| Now, I'm sitting in the middle of the night
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| I can stare around with my head held high
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| Critics who smell me
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| They smell the screen before playing the sound
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| One gets up with deeds
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| It is boldly validated with what it has not done
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| This is a summary I saw from the crowd
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| So I prefer the second to the first
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| In the period when artists buy tickets
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| Players dribble their own team
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| People of Khaki Bashi are crying again
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| Officially, the opposite is true of their promises
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| Maybe, maybe one day they will make you a minister
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| It was their job to make a plan and follow it
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| Before I think of anyone's conspiracies
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| I need to know that this game is totally dirty
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| I did not prefer Muenbro to the long haul
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| They just want to capture you in the moment
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| Consumer art becomes a means
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| But I am inspired by my original spirit
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| I'm still ambitious with the whole patch on the balm
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| See even the wounds of soldiers like me
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| Now I only have one or two lines missing in the studio
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| I write it as if I had lost my taste
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| They want the light of snow. I have a candle in my mouth
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| At night, I breathed a sigh of relief at every step
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| Artists Right Government Left
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| Spit on that line to be checked regularly
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| I hit the throne of each weight
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| In the age of confusion, I only eat stubbornly
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| I have no doubt that I am the only weapon of belief
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| That the enemy of the silence of poverty is weakness until the end
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| I also came to be soft
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| I also came to be soft
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| I came to be soft
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| I came to be soft
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| I
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| I
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| I came to be soft |