Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
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And who can see it.. plain as day
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Look how it FALLS down
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Falls down upon everybody!
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This is it
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[Lateef]
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Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty
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A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover
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every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy
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They givin ??, up to woodsy
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manipulatin they minds in the alleyways
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These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats
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They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
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some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop
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Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live
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and answers the question why God blessed the Earth
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But, buildings block out the sky, and the children
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are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents
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at the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
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Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
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Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET
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they pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough
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Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds
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somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ??
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The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off
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Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn
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but that will shatter his Mom's faith
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in the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'
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It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn
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Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out
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on coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life
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and some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric
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with sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
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that it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
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Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York
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Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
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or a success story
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On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
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Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin
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Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty
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and rather pretty, a pity
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It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty
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square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin
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toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
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[El-P]
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My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'
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where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin
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Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus
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fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant
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Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy
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Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
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Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
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GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco
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Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
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Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal
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Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp
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Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile
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Mostly, lonely, plant life
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Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely
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Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant
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immature Menendez fashion
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Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive
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where MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets
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Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
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Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant
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I sense the tension building, since canvas killing
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K-9's roam trained our district
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Culture murder politic sadistic
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Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap
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I told him it was art but just got laughed at
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Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius
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and kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you
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Sooner than never, most lawless progress together
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Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk
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brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT!
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[Lyrics Born]
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Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
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And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences
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don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive
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in the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses
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It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish
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english quest, can't understand, as the languages clash
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And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms
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It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
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and the battle inches on, every section seperated
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| by eth-nic features decorated vetera |
