[Intro]
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Let's try something new
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It's been a long time coming!
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Let me try something brand new
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Hey yo Ski!
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We're overdue, man!
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Come on!
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Yo, what we doing it for?
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This is for the day-trippers and the hipsters
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Whores and the fashionistas
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Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction
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The teachers who read the passages
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From the Bhagavad-G
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That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters
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the last of the boosters
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With the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning
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and all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning, alive
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You be tellin and peddlin' to consumers I'm helping them to see through it
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get with this new movement,
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Let's move it!
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[Hook]
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Feel the cold rain
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I'm still standing right here
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Even on winter summer days
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Yeah I'm a product of Reaganomics
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From the blocks where he rocking a feds like J Electronica
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drop and make this a lock
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if he promises where the heart is
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whether Jesus or Mohammad
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regardless of where the Mosque is (word)
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They hope for the Apocalypse like self-fulfilling prophecy
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Tell me when do we stop it?
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Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?
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Is the answer burning Korans
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So that we can defend Islamics?
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The end upon us with a hash tag, a trending topic
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You take away the freedoms that we invite in the game
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Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in vain
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In a desert praying for rain
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The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to vein
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It ain't for the well-behaved
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The soundtrack for when you're great but it's more for when you've felt afraid
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More than your average rapper
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So you sort of felt the way
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Your brain is like a cage, you're a slave, that's why they lovin' you
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This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W.
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[Hook x2]
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I do it for the trappers, other rappers
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the Backpackers, the crackers
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the niggas, the metal-packers
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the victims of ghetto factories
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I do it for the families, citizens of humanity
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Emcee's, endangered species like manatees
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I do it for the future of my children
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They the hope for the hopeless
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Karma approaches, we gon' be food for a flock of vultures
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The end of the World
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Ain't nothing left but the cockroaches
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and the freedom fighters
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We're freedom writers like Bob Moses
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the chosen, freedom writers like Voltaire
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For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah
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My obligation to my community's so clear!
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yeah, we gotta save them, this opportunity's so rare!
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We do it so big over here that it's no bare
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To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the game
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We let them live with all they're weak and they're lame
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They're posers and joker's, promoting when they're speaking my name
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[Hook x2]
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Cold Rain
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| Talib Kweli |
