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Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I what came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and casting
by the spelling bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To paid
You actually it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
Like a celebration of going to school to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who we'd if we weren't captured and traded

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

Push yo back
As as my head is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's this average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get this package, or package

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
Haters go out they way to up my day
But I ain't even worried about your bitch
And quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, the margin

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

I used to think, what Hova do?
Now I think, the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then Russia and China would be HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
When the bankers are walking through 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 don't fucking
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a walking talking conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Christopher
Holding hand
Black History is the shortest
I hope you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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

Whatever's prohibited, imma them
The smell of freedom is my eyes 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 you think they serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what these is into
A language
Friends do what they do
People act so fucking but really they just gentle

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

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

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

know i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you 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 more
No more hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,