| Lost in the depth of the straw man fallacy
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| Where none can leave a legacy
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| Identity quests are now aimless, roaming urban faceless
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| Jakes on dirty streets plead their cases and we die so state lives
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| Enslaving masses to master plans, blocking paths
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| While I trace the footsteps of the Invisible Man
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| Eradicating frequencies polluted by garbage
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| Aim to raise the turn-out for the harvest
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| Higher powers, noses covered in powder
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| Scared that winds of change bring apocalyptic showers, so they cower
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| With big brother schemes, tell the snitch keep his eyes peeled
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| Dominating media, agendas revealed
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| The seeds of decay planted by John Hoover
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| Are nightmares infiltrating the streets like Fred Kruger
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| Best to stay awake, the black cougar
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| Moves below radar, let dead rappers tell you how a bullet runs thru ya
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| That’s why we take…
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| ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns
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| And stay armed for when the time has come
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| Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables
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| Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you
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| And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez
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| Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities
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| FOUR emotionally accounted for
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| Stoically staring down the enemy, we’re ready for war
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| And for this so-called freedom
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| People will go against the concept of god, even the natural laws that free them
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| Condemn the innocent and sell them to the guilty felons
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| Number Game: was twenty-seven on another level
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| And twenty centuries deep inside a fabricated lie
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| The truth’s like rains to a desert, at worst it’s a mirage
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| And penitentiary philosophies where ends justify the means
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| Are the real cattle-killings of the twenty-first century
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| While crooked politicians keep campaigning for office
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| The vigilant determines if performance follows promise
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| Because law is the disguise the brute force goes by
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| They plant the seeds of anarchy with hands hidden by vines
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| And we… sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips
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| See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss
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| Word to the massive, guided by petty passions
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| Men led by the masses never rise above six
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| And this is… not even time, it’s only illusion since
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| The power of gold’s uprooted our divinely chosen rulerships
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| So by the Second Star! |
| I’ll direct
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| One drop of acid in the ocean causing ripple effects
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| That’s why we take…
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| ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns
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| And stay armed for when the time has come
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| Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables
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| Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you
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| And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez
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| Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities
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| FOUR emotionally accounted for
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| Stoically staring down the enemy, we’re ready for war |