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"Promoe the number one public enemy with split personalities/ |
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and both rap for anarchy./ |
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Keeping my beard long like pops in the seventies/ |
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burning flags screaming fuck the Kennedies./ |
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many see me as a hoodlum at best a good bum/ |
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letting out anger over bass and snare drums./ |
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Fucking up eardrums of those with high income/ |
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holding king Carl Gustav for ransom./ |
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Leaving Madeleine in labour pains while I'm bombin' trains/ |
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tryin' to bring back the days of '36 in Spain/ |
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and y'all claim I'm too negative/ |
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talkin' bout Sweden's really a nice place to live./ |
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Oh I'm supposed to be satisfied cause I got a fatter life/ |
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than my brothers and sisters who die on the other side of the planet/ |
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It's all connected god damn it/ |
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if you leave the third world stranded./ |
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The first and the second will soon be drowned/ |
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in the blood sweat and tears of the people we hold down./ |
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Hold up! That's something you will never understand/ |
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fuck that man, I'm tryin' to take a stand./ |
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You might just laugh but I'm tryin' to walk a righteous path/ |
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stumblin' though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath/ |
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Me I'm tired of doing the math when nothing adds up/ |
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the good's always down the bad's up that sucks/ |
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Life's a bitch and then you die/ |
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wrong life's a biiatch and then you decide/ |
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To do something about it/ |
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shit'll only drive you crazy if you allow it/ |
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Everyday I wake up late in the afternoon/ |
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thinkin' to myself something's gotta happen soon/ |
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I'm rackin' food at the corner store to make ends meet/ |
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spent my last dime on the hard disc and the MPC/ |
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Embee, me, Cosmic, Supreme put out cream to make this dream come true/ |
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invest my life in this Looptroop crew/ |
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State got me on trial again this time I'm innocent/ |
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but of course I got convicted cus they want every cent/ |
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If it ain't rent or taxes they charge me a fine/ |
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for being at the wrong place at the wrong time/ |
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With the wrong state of mind the state wants what's mines/ |
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but the government is thugs so I'm a resort to crime/ |
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As well I don't care about jail/ |
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cus all I do all day anyway is lift weights and masturbate/ |
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Then I try and get it straight cus the voice inside my head be keeping me awake at night/ |
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forcing me to stay up and write. Some dope material so that I might/ |
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turn this negative shit into positive cus something's gots to give, fuck it I gots to live/ |
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fuck it I gots to live../ |
