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[Verse 1] |
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Talk is cheap, that's why I be delving |
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Below Kelvin 273, I'm helping myself to |
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Everything nutritious to my mind, soul, and body |
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I be skeptical of them camaraderies |
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Watching over me Big Brother, clockwork orange |
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Feeding me knowledge, less of me and more of institutional garbage |
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The wattage, excitement level close to zero, and that's being modest |
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From being the broadest, to being the most anal |
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Balancing extremities so they know, let 'em know what time it is like Seiko |
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I don't submit to anybody's way but God's, I day-glow |
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When I stay close to supernatural to make sure |
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It's not emotional Oh praise the Lord! with no devotional walk |
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On a narrow asphalt path pilgrimage to the righteous one |
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(I'm losing it, I'm losing it) |
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[Hook] |
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Gotta lose my religion, gotta lose my religion just to see the light |
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Gotta lose my religion, gotta lose my religion just to see what's right |
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[Verse 2] |
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It's a human tendency to want to blend in with |
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The rest of them crowds in length and width |
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Punctuating every sentences with a curse |
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Exaggerating use of "y'nah mean?" and "word up!" per every verse |
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No sense of giving birth to pioneering concepts, forever talking about |
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Guns and ammo's bomb threats banks and hoes |
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Every relative's a convict, Lochness! I'm a monster type of nonsense |
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Too many wannabe's who can't be, and shouldn't be |
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Who fabricate reality, be all you can be! ~~ and not somebody else |
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I pronounce the cult of Hip Hop that give props |
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To only underground emcees, whether they dope or heinous |
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I say this, only to unlock the matrix |
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Of stereotypes and prejudice you respond to stimulus, you figure this? |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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How many fallin' prey to institutional |
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Dry, but accepted-by-society, goody-two-shoe, provisional |
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Religion, far from reality and inchin' |
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Closer and closer to business (what is this?) |
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Cloning is the forte, wider to doorway to Gehenna |
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Every being born a sinner |
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Becoming mad religious for what? religion's sake? |
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Not for God? anticipate disaster |
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Who's your master? money, fame, or power? |
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Flatter me, you're Cleopatra, no gracious, de nada |
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Religiously we go to church, religiously we go to work |
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Shop and splurge, curse, and do other worse things |
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Fake bustas talkin' about, trust us! |
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But I see you're just unnecessarily illustrious |
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Although my faith is like a mustard-seed |
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I be restless until I see justice |
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Does this stark reality have to remain? |
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Or is it just that the grass seems greener on the side of being mundane? |
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Take a step back, observe the bigger picture |
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And gain wisdom: you've been a spiritual fixture! |
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[Hook] |
