| Born into competition
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| With a feeling that something’s missing
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| Bred in a corn addiction
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| With a synthetic composition
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| On the brink of a civil war
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| Or the forming of one religion?
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| I wonder what came first
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| Dinosaurs or Darwinism?
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| Pledging allegiance to a flag
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| Since elementary
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| Writing curses in cursive and casting spells
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| Stung by the spelling bee
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| And they says congratulations
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| You graduated
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| From slavery
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| To paid slavery
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| You actually made it!
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| Here! |
| Take this gown and cap and wave it
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| Like a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
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| Like a nation that traded it’s minerals in exchange for paper payment
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| Here, these are your gods, you have to praise 'em
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| I wonder who we’d worship if we weren’t captured and traded
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| Consider this my affidavit
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| Yo, It’s the ruling class
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| Here to rule yo ass
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| Prescription drug thug cocaine mule yo ass
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| Agricultural skills sure would suit yo ass
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| But they say, living off the land is a useless path
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| Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! |
| fooled yo ass
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| Any revolutionaries, they remove yo ass
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| Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a flash
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| Whiplash from the kickback of the impact
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| Push yo shit back
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| As long as my head is intact
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| I’ll be as political as I want
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| Because I get taxed
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| Nah, this ain’t no fuckin diss track, to distract
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| Or useless chit chat, or syntax, or
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| Who’s ass is this fat and who has a six pack
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| Who’s batting this average, or
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| Compare his passes to his passes
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| There’s a thousand sports channels
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| You can get this package, or this package
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| Who’s this savage?
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| Hey, let’s compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
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| And see who calls each other bitch fastest
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| Haters go out they way to fuck up my day
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| But I ain’t even worried about your bitch asses
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| And it’s quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
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| They make the sky toxic
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| Prescribe the antibiotic
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| Make a high profit, divide the margin
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| You could die off it
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| If you do, they hide the autopsy
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| What the fuck are you supposed to do?
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| Morgellons in your kosher food
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| What the fuck is even kosher food?
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| Third generation crops won’t produce
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| Be careful who you keep close to you
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| I’m from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
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| They say, «Bobby Ray, the older you is overdue»
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| I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing truths
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| I used to think, what would Hova do?
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| Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
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| Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
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| Then Russia and China would be Triple HHH
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| And the Illuminati would be Vince Macmahon
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| Now when the haters are The Undertaker
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| The crowd doesn’t stand a chance
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| When the international bankers are walking through the stands
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| Slide yo ass some Xan
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| You think you a fan but you really just a lamb
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| Niggas start trends every day but don’t never get no pair of Vans
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| What the fuck is an advance?
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| Niggas live on colored people time
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| What the fuck is in advance?
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| Tsh, I don’t fucking understand
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| I just want my fucking bandz
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| I’m a walking talking human conundrum
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| Like a Muslim going HAM
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| Looking for the promised land
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| False stories of Christopher Columbus
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| Holding Pocahontas' hand
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| Black History is the shortest month
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| I just hope you understand, when the
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| Native Indians don’t get shit but
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| Thanksgiving and some yams, like
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| Here, here’s a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
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| Well, let’s just move on, because, America’s great!
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| Man I fucking love it
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| Democratic or Republic
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| Lightning rod, change the subject
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| All of these religions, I’m glad I found one
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| All of these beliefs and mine’s the right one
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| Trying to process all this info you hide from
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| Till you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
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| Culture and religion condition your mind hon'
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| Whatever’s prohibited, imma defy them
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| The smell of freedom is making my eyes run
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| To authority, i’m the antithesis
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| I’m not a pacifist, or a philantropisist
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| I don’t got all the answersises
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| I just got a louder mic, and better stanzasas, bitch
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| Oh i’m sorry, did I offend you?
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| What the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?
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| What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what’s on the menu? |
| That’s why only ratchet shit is what these kids is into
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| A language comprehendable
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| Friends do what they friends do
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| People act so fucking hard but really they just gentle
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| Psychological children
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| Grownups with issues
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| Grownups with children
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| Who grow up with issues
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| Cancer tissues
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| Abandonment, misuse
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| Subliminal marketing screaming, «Here, let me fix you
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| I have the cure
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| I have the remedy
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| I am the savior
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| I am not the enemy
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| But give me your money, give me your money, give me your money!»
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| Everybody’s in debt
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| But this is a free country!
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| They dock your pay, what a mockery
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| Why you on the clock
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| Hickory, dickory, dockery
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| They want cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
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| Anything to take they mind off being property
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| Trying to say it properly
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| Working on my tact
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| But I am the anomaly
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| They know i’m the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
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| They know i’m the shit by just looking at my discography
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| They know i’ve been sent to awake this idiocracy
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| Mass media, hipocrisy
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| Turn you into a worker bee
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| Harvest the honey tree
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| I’m just being honest, b
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| Mother Earth quakes underneath
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| Father Sky, up above the sea
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| God the father, the sky
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| Son of God, the Sun
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| Amun Ra, the Eye
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| No more Amen
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| No more folding hands goodbye
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| Adios, au revoir, bandz |