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[Hook x2] |
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Clap |
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Magic Clap |
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[Verse 1] |
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It's like a hotwire, baby |
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When we put it together |
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When the sparks fly |
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We'll ignite the future forever |
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This is the last kiss Martin ever gave to Coretta |
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It's like a paparazzi picture when I flash my Beretta |
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I got scars on my back |
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The truth on my tongue |
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I had the money in my hand when that alarm got rung |
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We wanna breathe fire and freedom from our lungs |
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Tell Homeland Security |
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We are the bomb |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Hurry up, get in, close the do' |
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This here the meeting for the overthrow |
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Waiting on that concrete rose to grow |
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Doing lines that ain't quotable |
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Counting up all that dough you owe |
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You ain't sposed to know its opposable |
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We are not disposable |
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Muscle up kid |
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We got blows to throw |
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Til the folks have risen |
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There'll be no decision |
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We make the motor move |
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They chauffer driven |
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Right now we can't shine right like a broken prism |
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I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Good evening |
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Tonight we bring to you |
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Worn out streets that'll sing to you |
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.45 shells that'll dance to the beats |
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Stomachs so loud it'll cancel the speech |
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Checks that vanish if you blink an eye |
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Grace getting locked in the clink to die |
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A salary cap on a birth certificate |
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Notarized lies that burst in triplicate |
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Morning prayers for the car to start |
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A man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart |
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Hope in a track suit to flash and run |
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While agony chases with a badge and gun |
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Poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks |
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Hands in the air try to feel for an escape |
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Flash in my eyes like candid snaps |
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When we slap back, it's the magic clap |
