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Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/ |
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fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |
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Promoe: |
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I'm here to give a voice to all the blurred faces/ |
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the ones who vandalize and disturb neighbours/ |
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The ones who go to court and get no legal aid/ |
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have no rights in society but to keep the evil paid/ |
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The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/ |
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and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/ |
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The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/ |
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no history's no future, despair in their face/ |
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The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/ |
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like my boys got victims of boycotts/ |
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you claim they're not political but to me/ |
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the whole art form questions private property/ |
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A political crime of passion/ |
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this one is to my train bombing, train trashing... |
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Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/ |
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fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |
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I represent the spray paint artist/ |
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I can feel your pain and hardships/ |
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I know you're workin' the grave yard shift/ |
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so you can keep that train yard hit/ |
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And though society hate our shit/ |
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and love feh build their great star ships/ |
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I know as long as your brave heart ticks/ |
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It's on your side the creators sits/ |
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Promoe: |
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You're never home sleepin' always out peepin' the yard/ |
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you doin' whole cars with no guards/ |
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If 5-0 show up do throw ups on po-po's car/ |
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you blow up the precinct if they put you behind bars/ |
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You're smart, no heart for a system that hates you/ |
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you praise true masters like Seen and Phase 2/ |
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You amaze crews and do a one man whole train/ |
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that'll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane/ |
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Disregard cold rain and bad weather you'd better/ |
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practice your letters cus you gotta get better/ |
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Yo yo get up get out and do something/ |
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you can't sleep cus you wanna become king of bombing/ |
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Equipped with bomb ink and the most fat caps/ |
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and a walkman with Promoes fat rap/ |
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Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/ |
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fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |
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Cosmic: |
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Who can tell you what you can do and can not?/ |
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Who can beat you down, smash your face and put on hand cuffs?/ |
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Who built the cage and who makes sure you stay in it?/ |
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Who can break the law, break your jaw and get away with it?/ |
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Who sets up trials then calling you a liar?/ |
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Who is out spying preparing train yards with barbed wire?/ |
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Who represent the evil with no regret?/ |
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Who forget about the people and what punishment we get?/ |
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but yo Who is out jumping electrified fences?/ |
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Who is throwing rocks at hidden camera lenses?/ |
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Who is getting raw shitty to get up all city?/ |
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who is writing graffiti but never admit that they did it?/ |
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Who is discriminated and not told the truth?/ |
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Who's affiliated to killers according to the news?/ |
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Who goes by the names of Suer, Swob and Jeis/ |
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Kaos, Side, Heis, Cake and Obey?/ |
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Who is on the frontline fighting sodomite?/ |
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I gotta say peace to my peeps and all of my... |
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Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/ |
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fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |
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Promoe: |
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To all my freedom fighters let me see them lighters/ |
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if you're fed up with security guards who beat up writers/ |
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Fed up with seeing your pieces get buffed/ |
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police that's corrupt and leaders that bluff/ |
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Fed up with a unjust justice system/ |
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we gotta teach our young ones cuss the system/ |
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If you're fed up with the gun busts, cuffs and prisons/ |
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then let me see you pump pump up your fist son/ |
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Listen, you hear the freedom chimes? playin' at the speed of rhyme/ |
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tellin' you to free your mind/ |
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Graffiti is a freedom crime, beautiful and revolutionary/ |
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suitable for revolutionaries/ |
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On that road seldom travelled by the multitude/ |
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remember this when the cops come to **** with you... |
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Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/ |
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fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/ |
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