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Come on!. Ugh! Come on, although ya try to discredit. Ya still never edit. The needle, I'll thread it. Radically poetic. Standin' with the fury that they had in '66. And like E-Double I'm mad.
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Huh!. Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack. Think ya know what it's all about. Huh!. Hey yo, so check this out. Yeah!. Know your enemy!. Come on! Born with insight and a raised f
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Ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Yeah!. It goes a-one, two three and. It's just another bombtrack. And suckas be thinkin that they can fake
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In the right light, study becomes insight. But the system that dissed us. Teaches us to read and right. So called facts are fraud. They want us to allege and pledge. And bow down to their God. L
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was red
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Ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack yeah!. It goes a-one, two, three Hey yo, it's just another bomb track. And suckas be thinkin' that they can fa
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Huh!. Yeah, were comin back then with another bombtrack. Think ya know what it's all about. Huh!. Hey yo, so check this out. Yeah!. Know your enemy!. . Come on!. . Born with insight and a ra
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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 r
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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
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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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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
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Rebel, rebel and yell. Cause our people still dwell in hell. Locked in a cell. Yes, the structures a cell. Mad is the story I tell. How long can we wait?. Come on, seein what's at stake. Action
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Come on!. Uggh!. Come on, although ya try to discredit. Ya still never edit. The needle, I'll thread it. Radically poetic. Standin with the fury that they had in 66. And like e-double I'm mad.
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Spoken crank the music up. . Bring that * in! Uggh!. Yeah, the movements in motion with massive militant poetry. Now check this out. Uggh!. In the right light, study becomes insight. But the sy
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Ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Yeah!. It goes a-one, two three and. It's just another bombtrack. And suckas be thinkin that they can fake
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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 e
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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 bo
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was red
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Uggh!. Pull, pull. Wuh! (sung sorta like michael jackson). Come on!. Uggh!. Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list. Al live, never on a floppy disk. Inka, inka, bottle of ink. Paintings of rebelli
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Rebel, rebel and yell. 'Cause our people still dwell in hell. Locked in a cell. Yes, the structure's a cell. Mad is the story I tell. How long can we wait?. Come on, seein' what's at stake. Act
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Spoken crank the music up. . Bring that * in! Uggh!. Yeah, the movements in motion with massive militant poetry. Now check this out. Uggh!. In the right light, study becomes insight. But the sy
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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 e
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Killing in the name of!. . Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are th
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Hey yo!. Let me be front. This is real and not a stunt. I'm comin' to the forefront. Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane. Cause this jam is like a tomahawk chop. Teach ya I'll never stop dr
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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 ge
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Killing in the name of!. . Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are the same that burn crosses. Some of those that wear forces. Are th
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Come on!. Uggh!. Come on, although ya try to discredit. Ya still never edit. The needle, I'll thread it. Radically poetic. Standin with the fury that they had in 66. And like e-double I'm mad.
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Ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack. Yeah!. It goes a-one, two three and. It's just another bombtrack. And suckas be thinkin that they can fake
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Huh!. Yeah, were comin back then with another bombtrack. Think ya know what it's all about. Huh!. Hey yo, so check this out. Yeah!. Know your enemy!. . Come on!. . Born with insight and a ra
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Spoken crank the music up. . Bring that * in! Uggh!. Yeah, the movements in motion with massive militant poetry. Now check this out. Uggh!. In the right light, study becomes insight. But the sy
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Yeah. Pump, pump, whee!. Pump, pump, pump, pump, right. Air. Check it, uh. . Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion go!. Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat go!. Lyrical champion,
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Uggh!. Pull, pull. Wuh! (sung sorta like michael jackson). Come on!. Uggh!. Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list. Al live, never on a floppy disk. Inka, inka, bottle of ink. Paintings of rebelli
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Huh!. Yeah, were comin back then with another bombtrack. Think ya know what it's all about. Huh!. Hey yo, so check this out. Yeah!. Know your enemy!. . Come on!. . Born with insight and a ra
