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Your construction, smells of corruption |
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I manipulate to recreate |
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This air to ground saga |
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Gotta launder my karma |
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I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans |
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You'll get down on your motherfuckin' knees |
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And it's time for your sickness again |
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Come on and tell me what you need |
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Tell me what is making you bleed |
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We got two more minutes and |
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We gonna cut to what you need |
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So one of six so tell me, one do you want to live |
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And one of seven tell me |
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Is it time for your motherfuckin' ass to give |
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Tell me is it time to get down on your motherfuckin' knees |
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Tell me is it time to get down |
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I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin' |
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I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin' |
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Suckin' up, one last breath take a drag off of death |
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Hey, Mr. Policeman is it time for getting away? |
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Is it time for driving down the motherfuckin' road? |
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And running from your ass today |
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Now tell me if do you agree |
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Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed |
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I got a few more minutes and |
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I'm gonna cut to what you need |
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So one of six so tell me |
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One do you want to live and one of seven tell me |
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Is it time for your motherfuckin' ass to give |
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Tell me is it time to get down on your motherfuckin' knees |
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Tell me is it time to get down |
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Got a revolution behind my eyes |
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We got to get up and organize |
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Got a revolution behind my eyes |
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We got to get up and organize |
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Got a revolution behind my eyes |
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We got to get up and organize |
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You want a revolution behind your eyes |
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We got to get up and organize |
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Come on baby tell me |
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Yes we aim to please |
