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Clear the way for the prophets of rage
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Engagin' on the stage, on a track
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Tell Jack stay in the back
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I was born
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Every level I'm on
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You're warned
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Just in case you forgot
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I pump in kilowatts
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To let 'em know which direction
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To go what's up I wanna know
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I test the front row
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Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up
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So many people is sleepin' while standin' up
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Not dressed to impress or fess it
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That's it text to the brain like FedEx
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Treated one and the same
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'Cause the name of the game
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Don't give 'em checks above necks
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Some don't realize the same side
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Siddity in the city
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Suburbs or projects
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But we're livin' in a different time
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Some speed, some lead
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While some jus' pump rhymes
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Then again all in da same gang
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Info to flow
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And heal all below
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Let's go and find
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The piece of mind that's taken
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Or else the black
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or start breakin'
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Public Enemy no!
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Lost At Birth
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Public Enemy |