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Born competition
With a feeling that something's
in a corn addiction
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
Writing curses in cursive and casting
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You made it!
Here! this gown and cap and wave it
Like a of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's minerals in for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't and traded

Consider my affidavit
Yo, the ruling class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But say, living off the land is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the of the impact

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is fad and who has a six pack
Who's batting average, or
Compare his passes to his
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

this savage?
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even about your bitch asses
And quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They make the sky
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the fuck is kosher food?
generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, I got a little caught up exposing truths

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking the stands

yo ass some Xan
You think you a fan but you just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no pair of
What the fuck is an
Niggas on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just want my fucking
I'm a walking talking conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the month
I just hope you understand, the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all land, huhh
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
Lightning rod, change the
All of these religions, I'm I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all this you hide from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion your mind hon'

prohibited, imma defy them
The smell of freedom is making my run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only shit is what these kids is into
A comprehendable
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really they just

children
Grownups with
Grownups with
Who grow up issues
tissues
Abandonment,
Subliminal screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I the cure
I have the
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me your money, me your money!"

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
They your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
want cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take mind off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just looking at my
They know i've been to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
you into a worker bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No Amen
No more hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,