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fired and, pregnant 'Cause
I control this twisted carnival hit, the exits I
spent your rent on killin' children chasin', red cents Tasted
birthday cake wanna, vote Invade?
with dead cents From
hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill To
money hungry starvin' artists dressin' up with no skills So
hush pretend, it's a game Just
remember the pain Write
a song about the industries dust intrigued lust Then
it's the same jargon hardened garbage How's
your liver How's? your sister Drown?
her kids in liquor sips Stereo
sounds for six figures It's
bigger then right and wrong It's
writing songs for singing sheep to sleep Bleach
the sheets Teathin', leeches teach the feast On
your babies dreams 'cause, maybe things ain't that bad Not
considering I'm, not the victim cop this image cop, this insulin Rip
the infants limb for limb Stretch
their skins for instruments Bang
the drum bang, the gun Buy
the jeans by the hope Buy
the smoke by the gallon Buy
the rope by the throat Buy
the talon by the rope Buy
the throat by the talon Mimicking
riddles fillin' abusions Filling
these shoes that's impossible Fossils
rockin' Big Macs and public hip hop and toppled obstacles and, stumbling You've
got a shot humilities, just an anchor Work
to turn the slaves into graves Ashes
to cash dust to pay dirt Chalk
up a favor pay, it later For
now we'll fake the sound Ground
shakin' anti-gravity When
your wallet weighs you down Hip
hop cultures flourishing worth worshiping these vulture skulls Of
target markets red, targets and carbon multiples Of
headings beading sevens sixes, and small print I'll
be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin s t**I'll
be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin s t**They
have eyes but do not see I'm
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