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Bulls on Parade
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Come wit it now!
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Come wit it now!
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The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
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Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
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Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
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Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
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Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
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That five sided fist-a-gon
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Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
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Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
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Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
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Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
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I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
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Line up to tha mind cemetary now
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What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
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They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
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While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
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Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
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Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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Bulls on parade
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Come wit it now!
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Come wit it now!
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Bulls on parade!
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Bulls on parade!
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Bulls on parade!
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Bulls on parade!
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Bulls on parade!
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Bulls on Parade
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| rage against the machine |
