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system. I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this uggh!. Word is born. Fight
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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explosion on stage. Comes fear. Frances Fanon. Ya you know his anger is so clear ?. . Using my brain. Until the power is obtained. Using my stength to gain. A struggle for rage. . But I. Choose to
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. Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat. Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in. Timmy C. Bring that bass in!. . Ugh. Clear the lane. Ugh. Clear the lane. Ugh. Clear the
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am. Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to
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. Still knee-deep in the systems *. Hoover, he was a body remover. Ill give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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. Still knee-deep in the systems *. Hoover, he was a body remover. Ill give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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rage. This brutality can never be undone. But the sun has not yet set. The bass and drums and microphone a threat. That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside. And see that they're
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. Still knee-deep in the system's *. Hoover, he was a body remover. I'll give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognize. Having never seen the color of my father's
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stand in the midst. Of a war. Gotta get mine. Gotta get more. Keepin' the mic warm against the norm. 'Cause what does it offer me?. I think often it's nothin' but a coffin Gotta get wreck. Till our
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stand in the midst. Of the war. Gotta get mine. Gotta get more. Keepin the mic warm against the norm. Cause what does it offer me?. I think often it's nothin but a coffin. . Gotta get wreck. Till
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stand in the midst. Of the war. Gotta get mine. Gotta get more. Keepin the mic warm against the norm. Cause what does it offer me?. I think often it's nothin but a coffin. . Gotta get wreck. Till
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stand in the midst. Of the war. Gotta get mine. Gotta get more. Keepin the mic warm against the norm. Cause what does it offer me?. I think often it's nothin but a coffin. . Gotta get wreck. Till
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin' proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set command ya Said it was blue when ya blood was
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Huh!. Check it. uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But if ya
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Huh!. Check it. Uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist. . If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But
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Huh!. Check it. Uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist. . If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But
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C'mon!. Go. Go. Go. Ugh. Go. Go. Go. Go. Drop the A-you-T-O-L-O-G-I-C. Drop the A-you-T-O-L-O-G-I-C. Hey!. Drop the A-you-T-O-L-O-G-I-C. C'mon. Drop auto logic. You thought you could
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Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list. All live, never on a floppy disk. Inka, inka, bottle of ink. Paintings of rebellion. Drawn up by the thoughts I think It's set uplike a deck of cards. They're
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rebellion. Drawn up by the thoughts I think. . Yeah!. Come on!. The militant poet in once again, check it. . Its set up like a deck of cards. They're sending us to early graves. For all the diamonds
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rebellion. Drawn up by the thoughts I think. . Yeah!. Come on!. The militant poet in once again, check it. . Its set up like a deck of cards. They're sending us to early graves. For all the diamonds
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rebellion. Drawn up by the thoughts I think. . Yeah!. Come on!. The militant poet in once again, check it. . Its set up like a deck of cards. They're sending us to early graves. For all the diamonds
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this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat-downs. Cold runna train on punk hos that. Think they run the game. But I learned to burn that
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fade this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat-downs. Cold runna train on punk ho's that. Think they run the game But I learned to burn that
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this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat-downs. Cold runna train on punk hos that. Think they run the game. But I learned to burn that
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this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat-downs. Cold runna train on punk hos that. Think they run the game. But I learned to burn that
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this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat-downs. Cold runna train on punk hos that. Think they run the game. But I learned to burn that
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
