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[Verse 1: Issa Gold] |
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Every body want a revolution |
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With no execution their attempt is fruitless |
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Take their soul the next rap they lose it |
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Steady acting foolish ******* tracks are stupid |
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I put on for them sacred souls |
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And on my break and pray my ******* breaking joints |
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Because the government they only disappoint |
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With Sarge Ayu ? |
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Holy ligaments mighty filaments |
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Spitting difference so the world can listen |
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Souls I'm lifting from the songs I've written |
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From the dark they drifting now they ? I'm missing |
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Rap is exactly what they talking about |
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We ******* trump them out then we walk it out |
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Its nothing |
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Geppetto leg on this string they play like puppets |
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I never hang with the same and fake like Muppets |
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Back on the road ******* packing these shows |
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I was dark in the past but the past made me grow |
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Now my sanity glow with my patented flows |
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? but my heart made me whole |
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Leading off a new revolution |
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Pick your poison either way you lose it |
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Beastcoast we the chosen shooters |
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With Sarge on you better get to choosing |
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Word to the Flatbush Zombies of Palm Trees |
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Then I calmly go spastic on these dark beats |
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To your posse ? |
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When I talk ? bring fire to my ? dreams |
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Golden souls is free can't cross me ******* had no pot to pee |
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Now I pee green, spittin' holy prophecy the skies in the scene |
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World democracy lying through they teeth |
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******* the game they all walk the same I pave my own lane |
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? through the sun rays, sipping Bombay, flow can't be tamed |
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My ******* ? |
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Kemetic tactics to spread the message |
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Keep me blessed as I sit through lessons |
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Guarded hearts, no Smith n' Wesson, just fire souls |
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Who the ******* they testin? (Heh) Who the ******* they testin? |
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[Verse 2: Ak] |
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They don't really care about us |
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? thats how we end up in the cuffs |
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Steady witness the light like Phoenix rising from the dust |
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Everything got a price you got to do it for the love mother****** |
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Medicated lungs to the elevated young |
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To a better state ? |
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Ain't no future in the slums cause we used to shooting guns |
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? hitting masses with music from the sun |
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Im a dream chaser ? |
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? |
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Open up your mind ******* being famous |
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******* getting paid if you ain't got no brain |
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No heart, no goal, no soul, no name |
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? flows then the promo came |
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? |
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But theres so much to obtain |
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Like a kid's first steps I crept up in the game |
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Watch a ******* progress finesse and bring change |
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With an Indigo second test or get slain |
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Middle finger to the Feds screaming mother******* the cops |
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Young op like young Pac same vision different plot |
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Puff pot till lungs drop ? |
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I'm noxious why you dreaming cause I'm sitting at the top ************ |
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How you gon stop this third eye conscious |
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Like a tai chi make one move and hit the concrete |
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Y'all raise fools I raise armies |
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Sacred jewels keep me ? |
