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(Great Scott, I say, old bean) |
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This happens to be the article of fusion |
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Huh, the roots-fi discotheque |
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As we move |
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It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo 'n' D O N |
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The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine |
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I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot |
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Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting |
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No second for no love or no fettin' |
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Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen? |
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I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch, so I don't catch them beams |
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The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo |
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We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker |
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Full time I climb, my chip deeper, taught as I sow seeds of thought |
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The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness |
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Now be proud to be spittin' in the face of the beast |
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With each and every move I make, every shit I break |
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You might watch me but I watch you too |
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Ain't a thing you can do to stop me |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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When I swing, I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville |
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High steps got me trippin' from Peckham to Bucks Hill |
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Still I stand firm through the strife conflict |
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Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick |
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So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono |
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Keep vibes slow mo for a ho-tential |
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Don't go callin' me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw |
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We pro black, freak that, can't sweep no floor |
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I heard those my people, them burst their backs |
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Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack |
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In return, how does shit burn? |
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It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale |
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Onto kamikazes on shifting streets |
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It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth |
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While we spin on this ball of confusion |
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I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy |
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Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy |
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Rowdy, I got no choice but to be |
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The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier |
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Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow |
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Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow |
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But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness |
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But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just |
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Go get me mine, find some inner peace |
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Climb to higher heights, embrace the light |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west |
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But who's down for civil unrest? |
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In times like these comrades is hard to find |
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The beast keeps the masses toeing the line |
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With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running |
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So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition |
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Keep the third world in a stagnant position |
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Begging for monetary aid from IMF |
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Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt |
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'Cause they profit from holding it down |
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Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds |
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Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war |
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And all because the beast wants to gain control |
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Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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Whom wants this or that? |
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Watch these enzymes react |
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How we juggle tings proper |
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Man, don't |
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We keep it jugglin', keep it jugglin' |
