(Feat. DJ Rhettmatic)
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We¡¯re in a lot of trouble
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Because you people and 62 million other Americans are listening to me right now
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Because less than 3% of you people read books
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¡®Cause less than 15% of you read newspapers
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Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube
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Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn't come
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out of this tube
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I think we in the last days of time
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So I¡¯m scribbling these rhymes, searching hard to see the signs
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But my eyes is too red form all the drinking and the partying
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Sex in the 20¡¯s, the titties, the illegal guardian
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I¡¯m silly for that silicone
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I stay in the streets like I ain¡¯t got a fucking home
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And if it¡¯s beef you ain¡¯t going fucking home
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Ignite that flame right to cook till your brains gone
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I think the devil¡¯s tryna kill me cuz my flow self righteous and the lord walks with me
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I won¡¯t sell my soul for the role to get on TV
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I¡¯m all about my crap, these other rappers stretch cheesy
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A hard nigga, I ain¡¯t never had it easy
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Did it from the ground up, that¡¯s why the streets believe in me
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Won¡¯t compromise, kiss ass, and subset
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I¡¯m out in daylight and I can¡¯t look back
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I rap with a chip on my shoulder
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I can give a fuck what you made in to get
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Against different, also Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll
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Now I hope you learned your lesson
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I can shiver in my breath (yes yes)
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I can cause death
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Outta here, my level rap is no witty
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Beyond even sea level, in another atmosphere
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You had better wake up and understand that there are people guiding your life and you don't
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even know it
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Yea, I think we in the last days of times
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Cuz these rappers keep putting rhymes for metal in their lines
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I never misstep, I can read between the lines
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Since you hired a mobif you getting hit some lines times
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The gangs don¡¯t change, it ain¡¯t like it was
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These niggas getting down with the arrows above
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Feel like Donny Hathaway, Where¡¯s the love?
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Cuz the moves y¡¯all making ain¡¯t for criskus cuz
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Our Muslim guns, here to see scrapes how I keep my buzz
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Nigga, fuck the fuzz
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Nah, we don¡¯t talk to policia
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Snitch ass niggas making their jobs easier
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Take this to the source, it¡¯s like the old days of Cesar
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Nothing¡¯s changed but the translation
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Same heathens, deamons all legions of satan
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The battle starts now, motherfucka I ain¡¯t waiting
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I rap with a chip on my shoulder
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I can give a fuck what you made in to get
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Against different, also Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll
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Now I hope you learned your lesson
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I can shiver in my breath (yes yes)
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I can cause death
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Outta here, my level rap is no witty
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Beyond even sea level, in another atmosphere
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Ladies and gentlemen. The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and
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we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and
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to secret proceedings. For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless
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conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence on
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infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead
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of free choice. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into
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the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic,
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intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not
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published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No
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expenditure is questioned, no secret is revealed. That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solon
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decreed it a crime for any citizen to shrink from controversy. I am asking your help in the
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tremendous task of informing and alerting the American people. That with your help man will
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be what he was born to be: free and independent.
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Sodom & Gomorrah
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| Bishop Lamont |
