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Born into
With a feeling something's missing
in a corn addiction
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder came first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and casting
by the spelling bee
And they congratulations

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

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless path
Here, for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

Push yo back
As long as my is intact
I'll be as as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to
Or useless 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 channels
You can get this package, or package

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare your baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each bitch fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the

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

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

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
False of Christopher Columbus
Holding hand
Black History is the month
I just you understand, when the
Native don't get shit but
and some yams, like

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

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

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

children
Grownups issues
Grownups with
Who grow up with
tissues
Abandonment,
marketing 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, give me money!"

in debt
But is a free country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they want
Anything to they mind off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the by just looking at my discography
They i've been sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you a worker bee
the honey tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother quakes 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,