[Chorus: Whether closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to and roll (LET'S RIDE) how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
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[Verse Two: Illimination of whole generation next Cover earth span in a deep breath and took easy steps One son in awe what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like into gigantor" gatherin like enquirin minds to panelist Pen scribblin more thoughts than psycho analysts hand suspects check for a clear coast I've influenced an movement like Pedro Albizu Campos Except to connect and to the next sector Take the light, you shine and spit it back a bike reflector with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque of the dark age with they designer armor on
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