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The sistas are in so check the front line |
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It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind |
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Cast me into classes for electro shock |
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Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block |
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I'm swimming in half thrusts and it makes me wanna spit |
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Instructor come separate the healthy form the sick |
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Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin' burnt skin |
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It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within |
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'Cause I'm cell locked in the doctrines of the right |
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Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights |
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Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hells gates |
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So I grip the Conan like fanon and pass the shells to my classmates |
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'Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die |
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So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai |
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Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let |
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The guilty hang in the year of the boomerang |
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I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it |
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So let the guilty hang in the year of the boomerang |
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And now it's upon you |
