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On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice |
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Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-8 twice |
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At 16, uncut, direct from the cult |
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Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt |
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In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission |
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That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision |
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Like a plane crash from a bomb blast |
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Special broadcast, slot time with con cash |
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It kept the jury quiet and now a riot will form |
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While satanic man now hang in his dorm |
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I swing, on you fake radio personalities |
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Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties |
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Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play |
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Instantly slap ya fire like it's palm sunday |
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I fashion the first tool from the elements |
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The earth use and built it to a complex |
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Network of communications, you're up against a hopeless situation |
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I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation |
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Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror |
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Increase the force significantly, change the error |
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Check my wind pattern, it's headin west |
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Success is freedom, failure could mean death |
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Humans sweat, aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubbel |
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Permanent, damage caused by the double |
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U, now who, cowardly urge you to merge through |
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And think the workers'll serve you |
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Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel |
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Worldwide practically marred in marble |
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His accountless, amount of mc's I saved |
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And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave |
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(chorus: res sample) |
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Scratch underneath the surface, |
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where does your purpose lie? |
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It seems our world is worthless, |
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like we're pawns beneath the sky |
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Face the race by reason |
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and ashes just the wind |
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The left is so our we're breathin, |
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keep ourself from givin in |
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(killah priest of sunz of man) |
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Love and hatred, home is most sacred |
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Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis |
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Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with |
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Guns we played with, niggas I relate with |
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We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the feds |
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Sent out secretly to take my head |
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I lay back and meditate to the words they say |
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Skip town for a mutten goofy dreads |
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Had a friend tell my family I was dead |
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Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves |
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Operate the plan accordingly, in case the feds are recordin me |
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Sign all documents usin forgery, |
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'Cause just a near thought of me |
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I'm Like solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I'm black and calmly |
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Howls from the grave haunt me |
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The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like gandhi |
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Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings |
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Who sold everything on a quest for god's divine |
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Slept in caves to get a clear mind |
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Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise |
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I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds |
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Been in the mouth of many leopards |
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Felt the death kiss, of satan's mistress |
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Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied pagan scriptures |
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True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions |
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Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted |
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Candles lit, gamble with a bitch |
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Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws |
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Bees with sweet honey in they mouth |
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Have bitter stingers at they tail |
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Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell |
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Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world |
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(chorus: res sample) |
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Scratch underneath the surface, |
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where does your purpose lie? |
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It seems our world is worthless, |
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like we're pawns beneath the sky |
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Change the race by reason |
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and ashes just the wind |
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The left is so our we're breathin, |
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keep myself from givin in |
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Scratch underneath the surface |
