*featuring Brother Ali
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[Intro]
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I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
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I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
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Come and fucking get me, motherfucker
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Yeah, break, start the song now, fucker
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[Verse 1]
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[Slug]
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We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
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Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels
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Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades
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As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation
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Watchin the expressions on the faces
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Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and ??
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How many miles can you put on one soul
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Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole
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[Brother Ali]
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Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew
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Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
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Stomach empty, my bladdar is full
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?? on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
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And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
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Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
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In ya backyard just to fuck with ya guard dog
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Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off
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Bitch
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[Slug]
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Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
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With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
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Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead
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Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead
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Cross counrty, like a little lost junky
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Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
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Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
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Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there
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[Brother Ali]
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Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
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We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
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Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
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Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
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Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
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'em car sick
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Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action
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Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain
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[Slug]
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Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
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Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
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Swam to the shore, stepped upon land
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Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
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And said
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[Chorus]
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[Slug & Brother Ali]
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Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
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Let the speakers blow
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Let the line in, let the kids play
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Let the people know
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Let the roof burn, let the girls love
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Let the heat flow
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Let the world turn, let the curtains up
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Cats Van Bags, Yo
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[Verse 2]
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[Brother Ali]
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Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
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They minds, believin this, my style ??
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Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
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And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt
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[Slug]
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We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
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Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishies
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Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion
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Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin
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[Brother Ali]
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Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers
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The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
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Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
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Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak
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[Slug]
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They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
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Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position
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Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks
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Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks
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[Bridge]
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[Slug]
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And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known
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Mama I dont know if I'ma ever be home
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The revolution wont have any distribution
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I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'
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Like
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[Chorus]
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[Slug & Brother Ali]
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Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
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Let the speakers blow
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Let the line in, let the kids play
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Let the people know
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Let the roof burn, let the girls love
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Let the heat flow
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Let the world turn, let the curtains up
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Cats Van Bags, Yo
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Cats Van Bags
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