What is wrong on the tracks is that so much slack
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is being pushed to the max while talent gets sacked
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retractable claws slash then mash crap into the wound
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the empty vision {MTV) sound tube is proof of this poop
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it¡¯s soupy sounds are loops of last years pop it doesn¡¯t stop the youth are sharecroppers and the industry coppers are really robbers the real musicians paupers it¡¯s pompous to say the least but their rumpness can¡¯t stump us our rumpus will bump this logic into the land of nostalgic our own frantic antics will create a friction our jurisdiction will begin a mission
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mackin and slackin hijackin the zone relax we got tracks of our own so hop on
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CHORUS
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If you can¡¯t stop it, get on the train
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Word is dead it¡¯s been born too many times
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sucka¡¯s hit the charts with the same beats,
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the same rhymes, the same soul
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cold, old, and mold-growing what you¡¯re
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showing is you¡¯re knowing nothing
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You¡¯re bluffing
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huffing puffin¡¯ on your prop crack, endo,
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smack and crystal,
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new methods need to be shown or your scene will
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be overblown to smithereens a scene for us to
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ween with pristine yellow and green, and blue
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and red, well¡¦
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You get the picture: we¡¯re conductors.
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CHORUS
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Well like the Beatles say "love is all you need"
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and I proceed to seed the love disease through
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territories¡¦technologies and brain-freeze I¡¯m
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all set with these thank you please gimmee some
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more of the shaky knees I do believe the negative
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vibes to be a phase a maze of sorts we amaze of
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course ¡®cause energy and positivity provided the exit
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to be legit we need to light the neon in the sign
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and then we takes it¡¦
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CHORUS 2
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Ticket¡¯s free if you open your mind, so sit back and enjoy the ride (all night)
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The Ticket
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| Gruvis Malt |
