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The mind as it make no debate When I regulate, all the will terminate 'Cause we cut and slice irrelevance to the And decapitate rappers idolize Al Capone
Or Hoffa not a hip-hop poppa Just a vigilante with the mic that I ya Chopped up, beat 'em and we to rock tha Bells movin' well, so we got 'em hopped up
Trained, raw, like Big Daddy I'm born on the same day as Kurt Cobain Rap Nirvana, call me the piranha Without the drama,
Don't get this wrong, revolution song Hoping the can blow your way for once A man is truly dead confident why we're all still waiting here so long
Astrologically, I'm the water and the Made a wish, now I'm stone-cold lyrical I don't eat fish, or hamburger But I eat 40 on a hot plate
God's great, and munificent This is militant, in significant To the people, masses, classes the hardest of hard keloidal and flaccid
Contaminants backstage laminate sheet Unoriginal thoughts why we stay adamant Which we perceive to alter the Making wait, holding us up for hostage
I lost it, back in '96 it's safe I'll play the game, I'm back in the mix With a brand-new bag of and pixie dust Love hip-hop, pray it never turns into lust, it out
Don't get this wrong, this revolution Hoping the wind can blow way for once A man is truly when confident That's why we're all still waiting here so
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get this wrong, this revolution song Hoping the wind can blow way for once A man is dead when confident That's why we're all still waiting so long
Commandante, come home Commandante, back home Commandante, come home That's why we're all still waiting here so