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Correct Blind Lyrics
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Correct Blind
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[Ill Bill] Close encounters with glowing spaceships explode atmosphere I found a hole in the Matrix I'm so out of here Weights on my ankles like Django Ruckus strings on a banjo My aura like Vietnam, chapter, Panthers with afros My flow dirty like dope-fiends sleeping on benches A disease infested evil intention feast for the senses Seen in the trenches reaching for weapons ?but soon seen reaching redemption? Society point fingers at the hood and say we animals That's like the cracked pot calling the kettle the cannibal We're not the ones that kill millions in illegal wars Transport billions in cocaine, build prisons and tap phones We don't need more nines or heaters We need more "Poor Righteous Teachers", "Public Enemies" that are scholars and thinkers Educated in the ways beyond the system Beyond statistics and analytics and chrome pistols [Q-unique] Imagine Stevie Wonder leading Ray Charles into the matrix Faceless enemies are placed in stasis I was born and raised to be brooklyn streetwise My mother and father reading through the book of Eli Unrwitten works connected embrail set up for the epic fail Reject the bail, hell and keller sentence and sent to jail A prison of darkness these killers is living heartless I found out my seeing eye dog had his eyes gouged out Matt Murdock was an impaired rebel who grew up to be the dare devil Paired with a wolverine who can tear metal Blind folded a design for the eyes broken And justice prefers to never have her eyes open Allow me to clarify that Zatoichi swinging the sword are the samurai Leading the force for the battle cry Over the street beats we can play the street piano Blazing feliz navidad Jose Feliciano [Slaine] Look at this world that we live in how could you not despair? What kind of demons and evil we got to box with here Is there a rhyme or a reason to all this toxic fear? Is there a time or a season to let the shotgun clear? Is there a man of God present, or a doctor here? The scent of death is in the air, I was not prepared So my nostrils flare, I got a hostile stare And all these ghosts walking with me, what a cross to bare! How far from the floor is the reach of the rope When you step off the stool and hang while it's squeezing your throat Thats the death of a fool but you would drain my peeps of their hope Poison our souls and went and filled the streets up with dope The corporations and the media are not above us Nor are the governments and courts, only God can judge us This technology is eating our mind with false gods It's more of the blind leading the blind
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