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I stand firm for our soil |
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(A source) |
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Lick a rock on foil |
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(Nigga I'll come forth) |
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Say reduce me, seduce me |
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(They juice me, seduce me) |
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Dress me up in ecstasy |
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Hell is round the corner where I shelter |
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Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter |
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(Been livin' on a study) |
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If you believe or deceive |
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Common sense says shouldn't receive |
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Let me take you down the corridors of my life |
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And when you walk |
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Do you walk to your preference? |
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No need to answer till I take furthur evidence |
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I seem to need a reference to get residence |
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A reference to your preference to say |
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I'm a good neighbor, I trudge |
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(Shrug) |
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So judge me for labour |
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The bond on me ensures my good behavior |
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(Lobotomy) |
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The constant struggle ensures my insanity |
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(Strum) |
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Passing the ignorance ensures |
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The struggle for my family |
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We're hungry beware of our appetite |
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Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight |
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The kill which I share with my passengers |
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We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill |
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I stand firm for our soil |
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(A source) |
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Lick a rock on foil |
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(Nigga I'll come forth) |
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Say reduce me, seduce me |
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(They juice me, seduce me) |
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Dress me up in ecstasy |
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Confused by different memories |
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Details of Asian remedies |
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Conversations, of what's become of enemies |
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My brain thinks bomb like |
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So I listen he's a calm type |
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As I grow and as I grow, I grow collective |
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Before the move sit on the perspective |
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Mr. Quaye |
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(Mr. Kray) |
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Lay in the crevice |
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(Distant cradle in the crevice) |
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And watches from the precipice |
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Empirial passage |
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Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes |
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Until then, you have to live with yourself |
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Until then, you have to live with yourself |
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I stand firm for our soil |
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(A source) |
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Lick a rock on foil |
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(Nigga I'll come forth) |
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Say reduce me, seduce me |
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(They juice me, seduce me) |
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Dress me up in ecstasy |
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Hell is round the corner where I shelter |
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Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter |
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If you believe or deceive |
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Then common sense says shouldn't receive |
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Let me take you down the corridors |
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My brain thinks bomb like, bomb like |
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My brain thinks bomb like |
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My brain thinks bomb like |
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Beware of our appetite |