| They trying to tear down, man
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| I see 'em
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| Killing the culture
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| Sucking it dry
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| Blood suckers everywhere
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| Left and right
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| Color don’t matter
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| Thought travel at speed, I normally can’t fathom why
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| Teacher unraveling and raveling split atom
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| Visual’s too savvy, bushy hair like a cabbage
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| These rap chicks are average, the street they invented
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| Came to do damage, take the deal in the weed
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| Believe me, sing blind, you steam into these BZs
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| Perpetrating the fraud is too easy
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| The G code decompose without meaning
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| For hood the style: full hoodie and a beanie
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| I rip out my eye before I start believing
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| These wack frauds who praised up false god’s laws
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| To materialism we at odds, floss
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| For imperialism, behind bars
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| Entrenched and confused with visions of lynch mobs
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| These vultures steady feasting on our culture
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| I hate to say it, homie, I told you
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| They cobra
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| Nah…
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| We just don’t believe you
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| Your drama is see-through
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| The government needs you
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| Thin Ice!
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| I just don’t believe you
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| Neither do the people
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| Just know we can see you
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| Thin Ice!
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| We got real issues with killers, reformed drug dealers
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| College educated, but fools trust gorillas
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| That dope can’t heal us, makes lunatics fearless
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| But I understand survival, die harder than Bruce Willis
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| We came from the bottom, the bottom got no problem
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| With one hand on the throttle, the rumble against God plans
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| Redefinition of the fine by the system
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| Confines me to prison, media terrorism
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| That’s why, when you pick up the mic, the youth listen
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| They looking for a pathway to prosper from this position
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| The needs real, the demons they don’t feel
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| Stay scheming for the skrill, put poison in each pill
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| And hope that you swallow the marble that reap hell
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| Please try to the last meal
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| Supposedly with the promise of redemption
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| But you don’t energize the people, you pimp them
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| (I just don’t believe you…) |