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Yellow heaven |
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World is yellow |
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Freedom, oh yeah |
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Feel your sorrow5:35 and |
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I'm living senseless |
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Just another homie picking on the defenseless |
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Don't request yet, nothing really to mention |
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Lookin' through the mirror and |
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I'm making a censure |
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Whoa, black people in the mall grease |
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Came around the corner and she caused me to freeze up |
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Ease up, watch how the world could tease us, ease us |
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But only G |
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O D could please us |
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Hey, got me a ride and my mama too |
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Show me how to roll without breakin' the rules |
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Payin' my dues, |
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MC's droppin' out, choose |
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Decides to get with lyrical facts, don't stop |
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Whoa, black people dyin' to shop |
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Everything is fine when you're losing your mind |
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I'm like a black alley cat, freestyle batter-up |
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Doesn't get better than that, is that gat in the back? |
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Yellow heaven |
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World is yellow |
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Freedom, oh yeah |
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Feel your sorrow |
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The Valkyrie's blood runs red through the halls of the dead |
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Oh, the warrior's blood runs red through the halls of the dead |
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Yeah, the |
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Valkyrie's blood runs red through the halls of the dead |
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And the life you've been lookin' for in the world that you live |
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Yeah, the life you've been lookin' for in the world that you live |
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In the name, we were all born in a flame |
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Not the same but under the moon |
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On a desert plane, we roam |
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Home, hey, coast, ghost |
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I saw with my naked eye, way too close now |
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I was the son of a man on a mission |
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Who worked with his hands and brought him the former land |
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In the inter-land, swingin' the mic like an ax |
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With a fear in the atmosphere, layin' down tracks |
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Yellow heaven |
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World is yellow |
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Freedom, oh yeah |
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Feel your sorrow |
