The infestation of our population
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patrons dealing mostly
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in fakin¡¯ front the frontlines with
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fronted reputations,
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it would be verbal masturbation
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except you get off with a large part of the nation
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Is it compensation for lack of personality or frustration?
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You are not what you¡¯d like to be
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In this reality, you need some
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creativity or some vocabularity
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Maybe try university
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to diversify your diversity
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Stop actively pursuing this acting activity
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you see even master actors lack the authenticity
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You cannot bust into a settlement by storm
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honking the horns you stole
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from those who came before your swim to shore
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It¡¯s not a war of course
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but you¡¯re riding on our prized horse
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You¡¯ve tapped from our water source
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lifted from our stores and reservoirs of sorts
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I can¡¯t ignore, in fact I¡¯m sore
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music is not a whore
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So do not borrow it¡¯s force and
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decode it like Morse,
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cause you endorse forced rhymes
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and this time we closed the doors, sorry suckas
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If you¡¯re not a worm don¡¯t get bit
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and if you¡¯re not a fish please don¡¯t bite it
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Damn, I got a bone to pick
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No fighting
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No biting
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If it¡¯s not yours please don¡¯t take it
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If it¡¯s not yours please don¡¯t fake it
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There are way too many citizens neglecting lyrical content
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Cash spent on Clark Kents boasting Superman descent
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With dissonant intent, no dissenters or repentance keeps the
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standard subterranean so the dense can hop the fence and
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play intense / in tents / in tense
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past winning Jeopardy at three in the morning,
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mourning the loss of genius as my eyes open,
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the lack of sleep sucker-punched left me three black eyes,
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trying to figure out how people build a wall of truth by telling lies
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We dropped disguises, deciding our angles shouldn¡¯t be hiding,
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and everybody shouts ¡°TRY REWRITING¡± but I¡¯m not buying it,
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I¡¯m selling facts not fiction, if you need to borrow diction go to the library
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and look it up under the section labeled ¡°wack,¡±
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Before airplay, this genre¡¯s played out like falling in love with Bjork,
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I¡¯m stranded in the Diesland while my brain is in New York
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Well I¡¯ll be diggin¡¯ on some futurock and cuttin¡¯ pictures out of magazines
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¡®til the light under the door goes from black to grayish green
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I don¡¯t claim to be an ¡°MC¡± just an ¡°me¡±
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¡°d-i-a¡± cut me up and I¡¯m bleeding beat poetry
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In ten years I¡¯ll look back and see if martyrdom was financially beneficial
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I remember you screaming and biting the heads off mannequins that don¡¯t budge
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But bought a t-shirt with your name on it,
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but they bought it, that¡¯s money in your pocket
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I know but do I need it?
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You got an addiction what do you do with it?! (feed it)
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Those who mass market you will duplicate your greatness
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while you¡¯re busy using superlatives
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Take away your natural flavor and add preservatives,
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reserving the right because you chose to serve them blindly
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They took your style, ideas, life and said ¡°Thank you kindly, I own you¡±
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Music as a whole has been diluted, your whole intent convoluted,
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after the planet has been flooded with your fodder
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your formula now reads ¡°simply add water¡±
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So if you¡¯re not a worm don¡¯t get bit
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and if you¡¯re not a fish please don¡¯t bite it
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Damn, I got a bone to pick
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No Fighting
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Gruvis Malt |