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Yo, |
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Canibus the continuous, deciduous lyricist |
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A menace to music that's mastered every style that I spit. |
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A fugitive against the music biz, the damage is punitive, |
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But the truth is that my communitive efforts got 'em pissed! |
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Silence is golden, a sign that my knowledge is growing. |
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I'ma show 'em, fuck the promotion, |
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These poems open door for the chosen. |
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In these moments of economic erosion, |
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The global economy's broken, cause our leaders control it. |
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They say we owe them but everything that we own has been stolen. |
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So don't be mad at the soldiers, you follow orders too, don't you? |
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You never make a difference being a voter, |
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The are the controllers, you just a warm blooded promoter. |
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You're just a pea in a pod, with the need to believe in God |
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But God don't need guns or bombs. |
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You need freedom to be oppressed, knowledge for the intellect, |
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Positive effects what come out of our common respect. |
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All colors, all creeds all kinds, all breeds, |
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One law, one love, if we want world peace. |
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It all starts with being still, |
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But being still long enough to feel but being real enough to follow your will. |
