Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. Kron

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    Some hood shit, could flip pages up...
    Engage these little razor bumps that will fucking fillet you chumps...
    Nah, back of the mind.. enough weight to crackle the spine
    like a defense linemen who tackles behind the practicing line...
    Cause that's how my rap is defined....
    A captured design pictured and passed to the prime essence
    of every line sentence sitting in his mind presence...
    There's no finding a key... you see it idling inside of the hole
    by the drivers seat... so a question for you is why compete?
    I find the beat of the drum and fall asleep in it, son
    Fall asleep on the Sun...
    You got the heat conjured piece in the lung... I breathe it
    and run any MC out the slums...
    That's the consequence... any one not packing common sense?
    Hah... they die too... that's the gist of it...
    A sly dude, my instruments are minds grouped to network every rhyme looped...
    So, all rappers beware I bare the tactical tier higher
    it's practical here, the rappers who fears fire will need access to gear...
    Why not? The fly spot, see the bird shit....
    Deserve flipping every dictionary word, watch the verbs hit...
    On the curve, how I preserve wit...
    Just typing... fuck up a face for any runner that's stuck in his place...
    I mean if you really want breathing? No room... a
    heathen who looms around screaming that's he's in the Legion of Doom!
    Like Animal and Hawk... I'm a Planet on a Rock...
    yes... the loch-ness of hip hop just dropping his top text...
    The lock on the spot? Pressed down into iron
    and forged... like firing wars my desires the entire discourse...
    And now the sire is bored...
    Every rhyme that he soared down from the higher porch is just lying, ain't no buyers remorse...
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  2. lazerscope

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    I use Hell's fire to torch, every wack writer; I scorch...
    The earth so that the seeds won't grow, of course
    You know, I'm the type make relationships go off course
    Cuz the girlies get in heat like Jamaican hot sauce
    Peace to the hustlers, tryna get a dollar and a dream
    The same reason, why I started up my team
    Staying sharp and on point, carving up the scene
    Keep coroners employed, mopping up the scene
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  3. K.I.T.

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    mopping up the scene, like Dr.popadoculis
    catch you in the street, and send ya ass to a optometrist/
    this is rappin with a twist, catch u while you tryin diss/
    aint no way you hot as this, movin soo, monotonous//
    plot to diss, and ill make sure that your an apologist/
    cus u droppin 96,degrees, of unconteousness//
    lyrical separation, never lackin concentration/
    sometimes I think ill pass from heart palpatations//
    rockin ya station, for probably, infinity times infinity/
    like rosie perez in white man cant jump if you feelin me//
    do it willingly but sometimes I move sporadic/
    use to be an asthmatic slash rap addict//
    but it's still hip hop where I feel closest to home/
    let it, be known, that Anthony has frightening poems//
    that where home grown, and were put together/
    and just like the caps im bringing a new era//
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  4. Kron

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    I'm swinging with two bearers of bad news - my fucking fists
    the fuck is this? Look at these suckers, sucking with puckered lips
    Until a punch just lifts their face off like the movie with John Travolta
    and Nicolas Cage... infinite rage when I be gripping a page...
    So if you're quick to engage in conflicts out of your project scope
    You might wanna not provoke the motherfucking God of Dope...
    Because I back my shit up until the car garage is broke...
    And any religious fanatic would be aware that there's no drop of hope...
    So don't drop the soap (faggot) that's a metaphor...
    You're smaller than Snow White's seven dwarfs trying to get in heavens doors...
    Nah, I'm not talking to anyone in particular
    My Outlook of life is, they're Micro-soft with the shit they cut...
    So oldschool that, I engage in fisticuffs...
    So fucking dirty I'd rob a nigga for 50 bucks...
    Like "hand it to me... and don't try nothing funny"
    Fucking dummy... no strings attached with the things I rap...
    So stringent, that... they try to pick my brain...
    Verbal Kint with the trickery, Keyser Soze's sick of me...
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  5. lazerscope

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    I've seen all the mimicry, niggaz tried to belittle me
    Picture me giving my tithes to Li'l B!
    Are you kidding me? I rather be
    Sipping mai tais with fly chicks from Italy
    My life's the greatest story next to Jesus
    With money and the women I've always played loose
    In life, friends and enemies is something you can't choose
    Those don't understand, is how them lames lose
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  6. Kron

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    So they play Goose... duck duck until their face to face with that stray Moose...
    and say they display truths, but their crooked ways are stuck in the same roots
    Right from the ground... I hate these trifling clowns, stifling now...
    But never have a shot unless that imaginary rifles around...
    Conservative elitist shit, they said I'm "right" for the crown...
    And the rest are blowing up... cause that's where air bubbles go right when they drown...!
    Think about it... my temporal lobe's a mental abode...
    I don't write... I think in my mind where my pencils to go...
    And it so happens I know rapping... but I take 5...
    cause after my set? They pretty much get the script, and there's no action...
    To put it simply there's no passion... they wear
    out the game, clothes snatching cause all they know is hoe fashion..
    But if there's anything I learned from sparring, it's that tact is the key...
    So I put it on lock... and ever since that, they passed it to me...
    I walked out of the academy of hip hop with a masters degree...
    in relativity... but only 1 will equal MC...
    and no, I'm not a square... winners circle, and I'll
    be rocking tiers until they put the Source's 5 mics on my rocking chair!
    Built a dynasty of the finest keys... you look it up? you're finding me...
    Gotta backbone made of iron, G... replacing where a spine should be...
    I don't know where you kids came from... the same game, son...
    Hasn't changed since day 1... beating to the same drum...
    You're Nick Cannon alright... I hit at the right pace...
    And when those bars come out... it'll get a shot of your "white face"
    Ugh... and we'll leave it at that... my schemes intact...
    Panoramic view of a globe... bitch, I'm seen on the map...
    A RapGenius... and I plan invasion...
    Only difference is... every bar is gold, with NO annotations!
    C'mon man... I bomb my pad... just when you thought Islam was bad...
    I bomb my bad so damn much it's like an Islamic fad...
    Pretty much the god of this... the saga, it... continues
    From the drama, bitch... and I hate pussies, pussy - Misogynist
    Let's make matters worst tho... already know I'm beating em' up...
    Semen to the grill... chill, why you trying speak to a nut?
    They perform Exorcists on my mics, I got speakers corrupt...
    I considered my youth horrible because I ain't have a blonde teacher to fuck!
    Seriously? with all that parent teacher relationship going on...
    I wanna test the waters now... and I sure hell wouldn't have dropped out...
    But I didn't... so it's irrelevant...
    Just the thought of me meddling in that business is heaven-scent...
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  7. Well Versed

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    i aint dropped...and or written in a long while now...here is a fun 16

    SHOWIN OFF beat

    i be so hot, these gurls act, like they be blowin broth//
    yo im smart, i use big words, against competition to throw em off//
    im complex, my archetype is dope, check out my coign wall//
    its like i ate 500 viagra pills, i aint ever goin soft//

    boy im showin off, like a high school talent show//
    nothings outside my sphere of influence, im that well rounded bro//
    fans love how i flow, its not the words, its how they sounded bro//
    and i arrange em like funerals, theres so many deaths, that im accounted for//

    the evidence is insurmountable, i plead guilty to the charge of dope possession//
    these other dudes claim their puttin in work, but really they go no profession//
    i hold the mic like a hold a weapon, kill em all with no discretion//
    im cuttin ties, between you and I, to make sure our lines got no connections//

    so no more questions, this is war, not a press conference//
    save ur cocky comments, you dicks, always cummin with all that nonsense//
    ive lost friends, who were tossed in, a mosh pit, of my conscience//
    dam right, im so cold, im dope at 20 below, bitch im constant//

    ha...fun...DOPE or NOPE?
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  8. Well Versed

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    cant sleep...strep throat fuckin sucks...heres another verse...

    I have a vendetta against society, but i dont try to be, anonymous//
    I took off the mask, to expose the truth on all this demonic shit//
    Cuz life is just a game, more twisted than jumanji is/
    The trans-humanist, wanna transcend into gods that are autonomous//

    I feel like that Jon Connor kid, Imma fighter for the future//
    But its hard to turn down, turnin ur mind into a computer//
    Tied by a suture, humanity will fall, when our IQ is as high as Jupiter//
    Just think about it, get a chip, and u can be as bright as luficer//

    ooooo is that a burn on satan?, or a paradox, to the universe?//
    i dont really know, but having a unique thought?, psssh, theres always a juniper//
    i probably talk too smart, i should just go WWE on beats, call me the executioner//
    the reality is, the world is keepin up with the kardashins, only a lot more stupider//

    yes my bars are tubular, but i meant that in the literal sense//
    thats why they flow so well, musics in my blood, check my visceral vents//
    some ppl only want the money, but this for me is gettin the martial kids//
    of a hysterical bitch, whos so vindictive, they dont even know what the term lyrical is//

    ha...dope right?
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  9. lazerscope

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    A gesture can become a subliminal diss
    Which can make a genius wallow in ignorant bliss
    Ghosts in the mist, is all I perceive
    No tricks up the sleeve, the slickest of emcees
    Threatening, the most savage of deities ever conceived
    Beef? Better be brief, cuz I got better things to do
    Better dames to screw, puff lah to change a point of view
    Aim a gun or two, at whoever wan' come thru
    Won-der-ful, my leg's not one to pull
    Or I'll be hunting you, cook you like wanton soup
    Spitting gobbledeegook, rock a quality look
    Hot chicks virginities is what I commonly took
    Now I tote guns that'll make the Statue of Liberty probably shook
    I'm not only a crook, I'm a well-known warrior
    Tryna get my glory up, surviving like Gloria
    Run shit on the map, from here to Astoria
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  10. Well Versed

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    yawn...boring...
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  11. Kron

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    A private message for when the mass is ignoring ya...
    Nah... formula draws on life impressions that cater me...
    Blank faces populate segregation and slavery...
    Watching hundreds of years go by like it was made-belief
    And seeing how the dawn of civilization came to be...
    Truth in the words that our youth has observed
    and tried to utilize... but are passed off under the movements eyes...
    the new demise of the game, it's reprisal of roll...
    timing is all anybody needs to defining their goal...
    I am the diamond that's inside of the coal mining, I know...
    I'm in a different class cause I ain't kissing ass... Rikishi shit...
    That's some freaky shit... but not as bad
    as these piece of shits that wanna talk war, then why drop for?
    My top 4's a list of variety...
    that points to the beast that's waiting inside of me...
    Awaken society pages just to change what they eyes can see...
    Pupil's of the media food for thought that they're feeding us...
    This is wide screen... the picture needs to readjust...
    Or maybe give us something tangible we can touch...
    Painting the perfect picture, you just now can see the brush...
    Yeah... look how the portrait tells a story now...
    authority is more than we can take these days...
    ambidextrous mind state; the snake mates each way...
    The gift of gab... nature calls... underground to the core, meaning...
    Top floor to the bottom floor, I do more scheming...
    metaphor meanings, everything covered...
    Until it actually feels like my speech is representing another...
    Yeah, the boy is mean... overjoyed by deploying schemes...
    They just feeding me body after body now - Soylent Green...
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  12. mr.redeyez

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    I can hear ya heartbeat- while ya hit the herb
    that nigga nerd put his brains on the curb
    me and my niggas swerve stay inside if you cur
    all I got is my word if I break it I burn bridges
    these bitches insidious my city is a nightmare
    we don't fight fair choppa bullets make cinderella hideous
    people who talk a lot be lyin' motor mouths are slime
    this year a lot of people dyin' heard it threw the grape vine
    its wicked, my town going for broke pockets we pickin'
    no pot to piss in, bet the whole family tied up, we dream of riches
    1 step away from prision the judge pitchin' L's but he missin'
    folks snitchin but he missin' no lie I kind of miss em
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  13. Kron

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    My thoughts like the sky box of rhymes, ock...
    Spider webs for all that fly talk...
    Define the shine, outlined chalk... walking the fine
    Officer line, shots.... sirens from ambulance drivers arriving off...
    To the side, patients die when I take my high...
    Won't even wave goodbye... saying I'm the devil... that remains a lie...
    In laments scribe? I'm the brain they hide...
    I was trained to survive the struggle and pains they derived...
    So what you saying? What I'm saying is they stayed and they tried to conquer...
    My minds is on a high, it's bonkers. Signs outlining Yonkers.
    Fortified since they were mortified of my company...
    didn't wanna romp wit' me... the smartest move
    taking up my artist tools.... won't even barter wit' fools...
    Adam Lanza outside, targeting schools...
    From Polytechnique, Montreal, shot up some dudes...
    To Columbine and Virginia Tech was all in the news...
    Yeah... that same fear remains here... petrified site...
    The source... get it, guy? I'm next to five mics.
    Swinging from the animal cage with tyrannical rage...
    I got this, temper tantrum engaged... kill every fan on the stage...
    But he's from Canada, aye? Damn it, that's gay...
    Local, the land of the beaver brand and Hockey every channel, is played...
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  14. lazerscope

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    Aerosol canisters sprayed, defacing walls but birthing masterpieces
    Props to the kid that imagined the burner and that completes it
    My mental has no weakness, I pen graphic bleakness
    To rappers showing 'em something they can't compete with
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  15. lazerscope

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    Not facetious, but I like to keep it short with sweetness
    Came back to show ya'll how the fuck to freak this
    Like a Black & Mild, I act so wild, like I was never taught any manners
    But that never mattered, 's long as I was good with them hammers
    Snitches up top run South, right into them country 'bammas
    Can't fuck with us, their street maneuvers weren't up to standard
    Niggaz elementary, completely dead to me, may they rest in peace
    Can't forget the streets, my niggaz ain't scared to deck police
    We world-wide mobbin', got white girls slobbin'
    Got ya girlfriend jockin', we in my bedroom rockin'
    Failure is not an option, so I'm boxing like Ali boxed-in
    Haters watch me greasy in that Caddy on 24's boxed in
    I was born special, Son of God, watch my head glow
    Ya'll the type, the hoes curve you, I call you neckbone
    Deck the preacher at ya funeral, spit a fuckin' Death poem
    Blow a kiss, to split ya fucking headstone...
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  16. Kron

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    I come, sprouting out speech...venomous, with carnage and mayhem...
    a dialect of bars that are like sparring when I discharge it and aim em'...
    Viciously barricading the opposition inside a hole
    designed to hold some of the lowest minds below... like yo
    Time will show what was heeded of me. I needed to be.
    Feverishly working with a mind to rid the likes of you people
    Who blindly follow like the sheep finding its way back to the Steeple.
    Nah, we're not gonna go there with that today.
    A facade, capped away in a a lab, practiced with that cliche.
    Pick up where I left off. Almost like a quest, dog.
    Roaming the exploratory for a soul, I can get lost.
    Boosie rappers forget odds, I'm quick to get even and kill it.
    Seeded so deep in the roots even the demons can feel it.
    That's why I freely conceal it, a pill
    I've be eating, I'm willing to kill off a couple more before I flea from the building.
    So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling
    Make a pile of shit seem so appealing... it's all an act...
    and people are filming... we talk about the mainstream
    when the streets are fulfilling... but deep down this media's
    what speaks to the children... it's all an Episode...
    we're like a Gecko though... Souls of the Machine, Gore though from that Tekken blow...
    A love letter, complete with X and 0's
    expressing codes of life. A Miranda when we don't know the rights, so rolls suffice.
    Rocking summer clothes, even on the coldest nights...
    They say my lane will come to fruition...therefore? the roads are ripe.
    Nah, it's a hell of sorts...
    Zombies of compelling force. Death coming, expect nothing, Alice visits Umbrella Corp...
    A dynasty made of the finest brigades
    Life's a charade. Waiting in the darkness, and hides behind shades.
    Yes, really. The next Philly cheese cake chase.
    Yep, we chasing.
    These are the Free Masons
    That have placed our code of ethics right inside thee' waste bin.
    It's revocable.
    A high regard from ones self, looking at the top... below.
    It's unstoppable. It's like I went to the highest building with a building block to hold... 100 stops to go.
    I say to my thoughts: "behold"
    Now that's a man of his word. Who 'figured' out life to see his sanity 'curve'...
    How lavish can one be? The good, the bad, and the ugly.
    Brain dead society - there's nothing for the slug to eat.
    For the past 10 years, I sat here and drug my feet...
    Right across the median, not able to get it up the street...
    It's a chemical warfare; believe it or die.
    We believe it, and why? Cause it was convinced as something we need to survive.
    However, facts not withstanding, they say it's so...
    It's these same stories paving the road...
    Telling you it's the way you should go... look at this, I mean, hey, you should know!
    And don't be surprised if on your way you have to pay for a toll.
    It's what's displayed on the scroll. Stories upon stories
    we told our forefathers ages ago. Fallacies portraying a whole.
    False ideals... but yo, it must be real.
    Shiny new interior, have no trust for the rusted Steel.
    The lookism of a perception that's pretty to us.
    Let it not confuse you, it's Insidiousness...
    laced in with visions of trust.. any one who opposes it? is kicking up dust
    Rob Dyrdek ain't ready for this ridiculousness...
    But... "who gives a fuck?"...right? What's the point of it all?
    The philosophers have theories... the skeptics point at the wall...
    The believers need to fill the void, and go for the ball
    But one steps back and sees the bigger picture and goes to evolve...
    No bounded by a belief that's one dimensional...
    But sees a variety at hand and takes a mental note...
    It set in stone. The melody walk, each block like a metronome...
    In totality. One soul out of the whole galaxy.
    Making strides of progress with nothing, no balance beam.
    Short cuts are easy, am I right? There's no challenging.
    The typical moves of the egotistical depiction of who...
    You see in the mirror couldn't be any clearer
    to me, this will be what the era wishes to expose
    in Histories robes, until your vision explodes...
    Where you visit your goals, the Museum of the Modern Day Catalyst...
    The portrait of totality from the spot where the canvass sits
    Angles? yes, plenty. And more to come
    Including some foreign ones...completed and superseding my forum runs.
    With a tact that can crack through steel.
    Filling out the action reel...the capsule's still
    in the back of the Bat-mobile!
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  17. mr.redeyez

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    this is more than rap -peep

    I saw the end, way back when, way before diamond necklaces and maybach Benz
    watered down views. uncle tom's running the block now,
    all the real prophets either dead or locked down, being gay is hot now
    wish the real men would stand up soldiers fight we don't back down
    people only see the front row but not aware of the back ground
    but even if they did see the truth that's in plain sight,
    solved the puzzle and exposed the trouble removed the muzzle
    they'd probably be dead the same night, so they stay silent froze like stage fright,
    be sure not to break the oath or disgrace the goat cause that blade cut your throat
    bunch of so called killers afraid of the white man, the Caucasians making the noise the blacks are the hype men
    keep us poor and confused then tempt our lost souls with jewels.
    drugs and booze keep us content and cool, let the curtains close don't remove the wool
    feed them until their full pump the poison into their veins and brains the pains insane
    but everybody forget the past don't wanna learn, lets roll with the trends hang out with friends
    only if slaves knew they were slaves its like a rat in a maze I'm feeling trapped in a cage.
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  18. Kron

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    And I agree, which kinda brings me back to this phase...
    of thinking of how we see capitalism raised in this actual praise...
    I'm talking the factors that plague society, like...
    lacking in wage for middle class commoners who get hit with taxes, each day...
    Yeah... they don't wanna see the matters
    of classism raised, they'd rather sit back relax with a glass of Champagne...
    Before that subject came to light... the difference
    between segregation nations are day and night... so we say, alright...
    We're raising our pitchforks, the torches been lit...
    For the income that pushes the mores into legit territories and shit...
    We hear the stories as if they're fictional when they're fact...
    A global affair I'd say, since we got the whole Earth on our back...
    we carry the weight of the world in a harness...
    Were cops make civilians personal targets
    And shoot first... saw that footage of a man on a ground, with panic around...
    I heard screaming... one thing I DIDN'T hear was an ambulance sound (true shit)
    So we're manikins now? Don't got a fucking say...
    we stand in an aisle... looking docile for the cop style...
    And there's not trial... there's just the perpetuation...
    of a better life style for those who've lured in a generation...
    of murderers, getting wasted... furniture medication
    That's shit stuffed in the pockets, and... Oxycontin when
    You're down in the dumps, surrounded by punks...
    They wanna put us together and see which breaks first, watch the stakes burst...
    That's the... mentality sought out... yep, we're "poor and confused"
    because the formula used on society is war and abuse...
    It's like... a tour on our muse... never settle...
    We're throwing our shoes... like that guy on Bush...
    we can try and push... the agenda a bit, or get high on kush...
    Which's what we normally do, so that formula's true...
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  19. mr.redeyez

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    I hate to sound like a preacher bringing awareness to creatures..
    sun tzu tactics embedded in my brain I've mastered classics.
    feeding knowledge to my hippocampus my minds a cactus
    I'm versatile a lot of hood niggas will lack this it takes practice
    the fact is. you ain't gotta be dumb to represent where you from
    i been threw it all from jail life to carrying guns none of its fun
    how am I standing still but I'm on the run? full of rum
    my desire to be Sire had me playing with fire
    thought my own girl friend was wearing a wire I was tired
    I'm only 24 sometimes I wanna retire,
    if I said I didn't cry sometimes I'd be a liar shedding tears looking at the choir
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  20. Kron

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    We're hooked up on desire... want the fortune and fame...
    Look at the ancestors rights that we're forced to reclaim...
    We run that course, as it courses our veins...
    So fortunate, that portion's in plain
    sight for us see the resources again...
    And it's scary to me...
    we hear it and speak tyranny on an aerial peak...
    we swear the fear that America speaks...
    of is what, every American thinks...
    But what's to come of this terror...
    in this era of links... to those who died or watched it happen?
    CNN, video footage... a lot of action...
    We watch the caption... see the NASDAQ...
    Slow motion, with everything on a fast track..
    How can we call it history, look and then say we're 'past' that?
    I mean, that's fact...
    We worship the jewels we use and the cash stack...
    That's worse.... that's a curse... probably burn up in flames
    if I ever took a step in that Pastor's church...
    Moving forward got my ass reversed...
    Seeing every concept from last to first...
    Can't keep up... weak-hearted to me they only seem fucked...
    They want that green stuff... so they can scream G's up...
    Riding that local bus is only the common folk in us...
    So stop provoking us... we can only be so civil...
    And humble inside this citizen jungle...
    But know that it is a struggle...
    The visions that come to... are visceral plugs
    we wish to be scrubbed of, in addition to drugs...
    So when we listen, it bugs the shit out of me...
    On a world stage, there's just considerable greed...
    And each individual teen wants to fight...
    Can't stop the light from coming in that Glass house... even if it's cast out..
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