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How do expect me to sleep at night |
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Knowin my people ain't eatin right |
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Gimme a mic, I'll strike with heat like a meteorite |
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**** the media hype |
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Scribes sniping at me and mine |
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Megatron clockin Autobots with the eagle eye |
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They got you covered, eye colour to your sneaker size |
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Revolutionaries demonised, Mother Earth colonised |
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Stolen culture commodified |
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Modified genes, each regime modernised |
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Maximum terror, fear and efficiency |
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Military missionaries |
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New age crusades |
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Faith for your misery |
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Minds in the grind |
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No time to meditate on the mysteries of life |
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Can't motivate, drive trapped in the traffic jam |
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Bare-knuckle boxing, brand new caravan |
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I m cat-a-walling like Margarita Prakatan |
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Til Sona Fam go platinum in Pakistan |
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And stack collateral |
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Watch the country bumpkin smash the capital |
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Smack the sabbatical, batter the biblical |
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Smooth I move as a criminal do |
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Beatin' me'll take a miracle dude |
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I'm screwface in the mili-ist mood |
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Make you eat your greens |
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You ain't leavin til you finish your food |
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My outlook is like a villainous view of the near future |
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Beer goggles bottle of brew and the punky brewster, puffin' |
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Taking your title, no discussion |
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Two shades darker Mr Parker on percussion |
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[Verse 2] |
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I m goin global so folk are all approachin' me locally |
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Hoping that I grab the mic, I'm like "Hokily dokily" |
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Straight Ned Flanders |
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Blaze trees and leave dead branches |
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I see red, think left - my mindset's Marxist |
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Overstand and we'll get past this |
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More talk and less carnage |
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Calm and peace |
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The future's bright, the future's the mark of the beast |
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And the devil with a smile is easily the hardest to beat yo |
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I'm here caving my niche so |
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I stand out from the damn crowd at the freak show |
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Find wifey and breeze |
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The system want me on my knees at ninety degrees |
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Picture that? Hell no! |
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I m jet propelled by elbow grease and these squeaky Shell toes |
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Signing on until the twelve blows |
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And if it don t then it s back to the telephone sellin dope |
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Welcome to the terrordome |
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This is where we live |
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Street kids lookin' for a god to make peace with |
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Modern day beatniks |
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Beat digger jazz cats |
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Bag wax, barren lands |
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Bad man, mad max |
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Beyond the Thunderdome |
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Dope with the microphone |
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Dynamo charged up, spark up the hydropo |
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Blow out the ital smoke |
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Choke on a solar flare |
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Blue foot soldier stare colder than a polar bear |