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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town |
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keep moving around and around |
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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown |
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keep moving around and around |
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in the place with amazing grace |
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moving under all those just wasting space |
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so we raise the stakes and erase the slate |
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running out all rappers on a paper chase |
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just a taste of a soul in race |
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but don't keep faith but control breeds hate |
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a lonely face up a phony fakes |
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for as long as it takes |
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i'm my own when i'm able |
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let's take the first step to a system phone |
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grab hold and try to change the things that we all own |
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if we make sole progress |
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sometimes i seemed so blessed |
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but we gotta stay positive, driven and focused |
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on this protest it's the bar reps and oak lifts |
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actions speak louder than words but we still press |
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on trying to right the wrongs with these songs |
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it's not a matter of lift |
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it's just a matter of how long |
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it's the stuff that'll be stale as bomb |
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just twist the dial turn the radio on |
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plus they're playing the songs that are paying the blings |
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making them all part by saying the wrong things |
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come on take the junk, turn it around |
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stop faking the funk burn the shit to the ground |
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what better way than now today escape the crowd |
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or we can remain proud, face down, safe and sound |
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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town |
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around and around |
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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown |
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keep moving around and around |
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live your life to the fullest, let the chips fall |
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give it all you got til you hit a brick wall |
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shit y'all, it's all a big game right |
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ain't like it matters anyway so we play right |
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stay hype, til the final curtains close |
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first to blow bubble be the first to go |
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hone your craft make sure you're verses flow |
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stay humble, spread lovin, stay versatile |
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kyprios killed the radio star |
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motor on the track gotta wait in a boxcar |
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kyprios killed in stereo war |
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raining over him love and hate in my heart |
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i'm about a ten a ten, a baller who intend |
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to win the manner of an alien, a scholar and a gentleman |
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intelligent i innovate you little let us demonstrate |
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shark in a puddle, you a minnow in a lake |
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consider this a break from the everyday pre-packaged week average music |
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we have this way of making people wanna jump and move |
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and thank god there's somebody bumping something new |
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(sweatshop) |
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coming through, so clear the path |
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and feel the wrath of a disaster near to happen |
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need to hear the rap and sing to the masses |
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keeping them smiling while their kingdom collapses |
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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your town |
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keep moving around and around |
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we all chase after things that just hold us down |
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yeah but we're moving up from the ground |
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we wrote the sounds that are bound to turn out your frown |
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move around and around |
