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  1. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    I paint the perfect picture professionally
    Therefore, none would ever ponder stepping to me
    I let 'em just be, to wallow in their ignorance
    Cuz me trying to help 'em depletes my tolerance
    I call ya bluff if you're tryna puff ya chest out like an ape
    Knock you out then use pliers to crush ya balls like some grapes
    My mind is one them papes, so I'm going all out
    To touch every dollar I'm going the war route
    Fuck what you talk 'bout, ain't nothing to talk 'bout
    I'm always down for the fade, you like Joe Rogan, wanna talk bouts!
    I rap like an ancient evil piercing the ground
    The chaperone for the Anti-Christ...Beware of the sound
    Of that last horn blowing, on my head horns are growing
    Night-night...time for wack mu'fuckaz to turn in...
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  2. Kron

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    Better learn when I come through, I hit you with the one two...
    Mr.Miyagi shit, wax on and off with the Kung-Fu...
    In my hammock, reading the Art of War, by Sun-Tzu...
    I... need no target or application to lunge to...
    I got a giant appetite... a fist that can snap a mic...
    No Sugarhill gang here with my rap delight...
    I bang in the black of night... kill in the morning day...
    Born to prey on you weak nigga's, bumping Californ-I-A...
    With Dr. Dre beat mixes... me, rocking 3 6's...
    Juicy in my stereo, leisure, boy, but I mean business...
    I mean bidness! Like Victor Sweet, and detective Fowler..
    So if you talking so more? I walk up and drop ya dinner like,
    "eat it off of the floor!"... your girl took the money
    shot to her drawers, licked it off her coochie, THEN took you off of ignore!
    ";) , sorry I was running errands"
    Yeah... guess who told her to say that? Almost caught the end of the playback...
    My game phat... yeah, ig'nit... just straight ig'nit...
    But I don't need to be a mathematician to get em' digits, bro....
    Y'all are like midgets tho... trying to reach...
    Thanks for bringing the lion his feast, already ran it, why you buying the lease?
    Look at the giant, capeesh?
    Yolo's the signing... I be yelling (YOOOOO) like O.B Obrien!
    No OVO diamond...
    Out here, nobody's grinding...
    I'm just, looking at the Show and it's timing...
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  3. mr.redeyez

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    Let me scribble this message before i rewrite and perfect it
    often neglected, but every problem i check it so they respect it
    this acient necklace hover over my chest, i withhold the message
    dark spirit holding a holy essence, 7 weapons surround the section
    empty the bullets fill up the clip with hexes., post it on instagram
    all my enemies trapped in a pentagram for flexin', i'm not a magician
    students tutor the teacher teach em' a valuable lesson, how to ask for permission
    before they mention my name the pain make most people lose their religion
    clips with extentions bullets dipped in ricin deadly ammunition
    fallen angels amputate arms and legs if you hate on my vision
    turn roosters to chickens blood drops on the carpet when i bite the head off a pigeon
    harder than most, of you parasites sucking blood out the host
    my verbal an non verbal is gross - pay attention before i get ghost -
    (My Premonition)
    i'm addicted to vengeance allergic to interventions.,
    cookin' toxic potions in kitchens sell it to citizens they either smoke it or sniff it
    ingest it or inject it i'm try n' to multiply digits., numerous phone numbers involved
    my alias change and evolve it depends on the person that call, voice flippin'
    loop holes catch me if i'm fallin' or slippin' - cus' laws won't sleep until the puzzle is solved
    i leave judges apalled, when my middle finger gets injured hyper extended
    they say they had the land line tapped like submission, well let me listen
    obvious lies disguised and cleverly witted, eyes acquitted,
    wanted to write it in stone instead i wrote it in lyrics.
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  4. lazerscope

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    A lot of cats styles are either token or gimmick
    Claim they exquisite, got game that's prolific
    Look to me for props but my face is indifferent
    Opened up with a verse and gave 'em the business!
    They're unlike me, Personality Type B
    In a cypher, get down and dirty, but spit it quite clean
    Beating me? A pipe dream, they need to get with the right team
    To tell 'em to stop frontin', cuz that's the right thing...
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  5. mr.redeyez

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    these niggas ice cream, vanilla ice ice
    the light type rap about guns but they the knife type
    I ain't rappin' for fun I tell you what my life like, every night is fright night
    or fight night nigga night night, drive by's on the handle bars. that bike life-

    they all failures but I see the potential
    checking credentials ain't part of my system
    it's to simple to spot a fake using wisdom
    they lack the mental, when I release the venom
    the shit is detrimental bullets flip and wreck the rental
    disrespect I vex, the next step I text roc tell em' to disconnect ya dental
    that's the type of shit i'm in to/
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  6. K.I.T.

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    this is probably two verses squeezed into 1, lolsssss, ill, try to fix it prolly later, but for now,lolsss

    Keep it pushin, I flow on tracks like a whoopy cushin/
    Tryin to get the bread nicely mixed in the pudding//
    Im like John Wooden, nothing but championships/
    At the end he be like, how can a man be this sick?//
    I throw raps like bricks, except it's all net/
    old school on mics like I was Joan Jett//
    Ill take care of you in a sec, your not mike Jordan/
    do it in front of anybody that's camcordin//
    yea, its hot scorchin, and important/
    fight the rest of yall like Ken Norton//
    Jr, Oklahoma Sooner, Imma baby boomer/
    Catch you in the Lunar, system//
    every new mc, kit gone diss him/
    and I don't wanna see you wind up a victim//
    and who cares really where they draft picked him//
    because it don't matter, peace to L Scatter/
    and I don't wanna see his hopes and dreams shatter//
    fuck the chit chatter, Im makin this loud and clear/
    before it get to ya insides, like a can of beer//
    live and direct, the speed is break neck/
    call me a doctor, cause im bout to inject//
    you with the solution, For these days & times/
    John blazin rhymes, blaze you all the time//
    but only If I have a good reason/
    my name aint Cam'Ron, but this is Killa Season//
    Cool Breezin, drivin down the road/
    making a hit record is like finding a pot of gold//
    as the story is told and it finishes this way/
    with a bunch of lyrical rhymes, 2 say//
    you better make way cause this is how we comin'/
    flow is soo intense you can say its mind numbing//
    yea, got ya woman, bobbin her head/
    Go ahead and bet against me, ill cover the spread//
    leavin' opponents for dead you heard what I said/
    Whether its written down or off the top of the head//
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  7. lazerscope

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    No more, games to be played, only dames to be laid
    Tools to be sprayed, dues to be paid
    Whenever it's, hot outside, the kids choose lemonade
    And you got to wonder if bullet wounds covered by Medicaid
    Violence I delegate, in the streets my hands clean
    Ya bitch well known for getting tag teamed
    I spit, and bring you out of all them rap dreams
    Treat fans like broke crackheads the way a verse smacks fiends
    I pound rappers to dust 'til it's just ashes I clutch
    The sound like when Math got punched by Dizaster and such
    Wrap ya shit up, niggaz is just sloppy
    Like drunk workers trying to be bagging shit up
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  8. Kron

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    Word, I throw daggers and stuff...
    All you faggots enough for me to go and brag that I'm tough
    And the Gay Pride Parade weekend is over, so I told ya
    if you try to pick me up, I will give you a fucking dick to suck
    And it won't be what you're thinking (what?)
    You'll be cum guzzling a freaking pump, when I come out of
    the Lincoln Continental, it'll monumental, prick... your gut...
    entrails will be hanging off of the dash board, right before
    I go and crash this bitch into a Rav4...
    Yeah, you can call that I crash course...
    When it comes to the rap, I'm more like it's last source...
    And Dave Mays would agree to that...
    Look at the place I'm freeing at...
    When it's me, you going see a key attached
    to the crime scene, when these rhyme schemes are latched
    to the back of the fucking trailer.
    Suck a nail up from the foundation and show
    you, you in the house is a fucking failure...
    No failure to launch, I prey on a full assailant assault...
    Been trained to insult and play on every word...
    that's created, so halt...
    Your fucking brakes, and wait until I say it...
    The shit that I play with is so amazing...
    Nobody can hold their placement. Going for more than
    I went in with... so when I begin it they know
    that this fucking pen is authentic...
    Not augmented... my god, it's almost like a God sent it!
    Don't get your jaw dented... n' your teeth crushed...
    I turn these speakers up... just to go and reach my funk...
    I'm like the Preacher, punt...
    Your little features from my area... I carry a bravado
    That's much scarier than a M16 assault rifle hysteria...
    Appear to uh, every walk of life, like America
    the guy version, rhyme's swerving in and out of a traffic
    till the median lines worsen... comedian, I'm
    searching for a meteor mind, but my mind is meatier
    mine's bursting... through the seams
    jean design thirsting... my redesign of every gene
    inside of MY verse been... twisting like the double helix...
    When you fucking see this...
    Cussing up your team... cut the fetus...
    from your stomach, eat it up and leave this...
    stomach pump reliever... yeah, and I'm bored now
    so I don't care to let these metaphors out...
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  9. mr.redeyez

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    ugh, lets go

    Slash the weed in pieces.,
    it helps me think about this thesis
    how can a mother kill a fetus.?
    all hell, have mercy on em' jesus
    everything happens for a reason
    but how do you justify?
    i' eat you alive as well as the key to survive
    red wings on my back bitch i suppose to be fly
    disgusting puns. wait let me blow this smoke out my lungs
    the other day i was flexin' on the intersection with guns
    i'm sexes., girls just wanna have fun i just wanna see em' naked
    had an epiphany suddenly i realized my life was idealized
    i'm yet to acknowledge my imperfections.,
    but i'm still authentic you cowards are so synthetic
    i wrote the scripture you took it an ran man you to pathetic
    message sent via text or do i have to mail it?
    you want ya life in shambles.?
    pump shotty with a pistol grip handle better scramble its a gamble
    buck shot mangle a mammal, don't hang wit me you can hang in a tree
    where ya heart at? what block you got ya start at? i'm a hard act, to follow
    bust the brick down wearing a hard hat, and goggles.
    why everybody plug chicano? they faker than a grotto
    most rappers are the definition of fabricated - hiphop still dead help me recsuscitate it
    it has no direction i ain't fascinated - put some real niggas behind the wheel and let us navigate it
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  10. Kron

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    Got my haters out here, oh yeah, so they have to hate it
    skillful, for real, the big bull, you heads get decapitated...
    Terrorist plots, the lyricist jots to big up Americans, with an arrogance
    chalked so well into his style, profiles aware that's he hot!
    I'm in the beat mix, I told you before I'm colder
    No emotional slaughter, folks wanna harbor skill till the slaughter feels
    Only necessary I don't bother with father kills...
    I'd rather just... express myself in the real, but the weapons help...
    Your chest will melt upon a fracture from my big hand...
    The opposition's feeling a bit rammed, this is it, man...
    I'm Micheal Jackson... Moon walking across the summer solstices
    Scarface in the end of the movie couldn't be dope as this...
    An open to a closed fist, on open video, here we go...
    A champ now, those kids in the camp, they wanna scrap now?
    Well, put your dukes up like the Hazard, figure my rap styles
    Alligator, pathogens flying with every rap that I rhyme...
    Back up in time, take Napoleon on for going beyond
    the scope of what someone with a small complex can call conquest...
    It's all non sense, I'm conscious-rap...
    Which means I'm awake when it comes to this conscience rap...
    While y'all are asleep, just getting off your naps...
    I often talk on facts... Knock a cats face clean off of his Ferris office mat...
    You shop at Office Max, I'm a more a Business Depot guy...
    Because I do business so peep the sky with the speech, goodbye...
    I'm a killer, push geeks aside... this isn't a Community
    I'm killing two or three of the dudes that chill in your movement, be....
    A murderous villain, looking down at clowns with a 45...
    Like Serius Satellite, so tell me if your mortified...
    Mortimer, morgues holding bodies I moved miraculously...
    managing pure slaughter, have Joell check out my accuracy.
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  11. lazerscope

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    Beat you spectacularly, cuz you a mark
    And my arrows always hit mine with accuracy
    I spark, ya head like a blunt's cherry, fuck ya'll Mary's
    Wannabe sick nyphos, acting like ya'll cunts deadly?
    You bitches, in my pet cemetery I'll see all you pups buried!
    Ask about me, I'm a nigga that done fucked every...
    Pretty big tittied chick in each and every city
    Really quick with the ill quips, you know very well I'm witty
    I'd give Hell to Biggie, give Nas that Ether
    Outshine Jay smoking a joint that'll knock out Wiz Khalifa
    I'll school KRS the Teacher, kick knowledge to the Letter R
    Change Wolf Gang's "Future" to be better, never "Odd"
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  12. Kron

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    Clever, dog, I beat the brakes off of a rapper
    if he wanna "set it off" at the grand prix...
    Yeah, we can stand, be... look at these Stan's, they're all in the fan seat...
    Sounding like the drummer boy, coming after the band meet.
    (damn geeks) I don't fuck with em'... knuckle sandwich..
    I get to the hustle on, nefarious if I carry this scary niche...
    So here he is. I put it on proper, I get on...
    Then it's, back to the lab for the professor X on the next song..
    Yeah, get in your head they say... but their must be a better way...
    A stand up guy that's in front of B, like the letter A...
    I let her (aye), expletive shit, delete that...
    Take the seat back, reclining, I get up on the beat, act
    a damn fool, hand tools to the mechanics, get to working late...
    Manufacturing art under the hood, working per person rate...
    That's bills after bills, no democracy of any kind...
    I work until it's time to swipe, they aren't seeing no kind of light...
    Set my mind alright... I'm ready for the mine sweeper...
    Got lines upon rhymes, pushing their times deeper...
    Figure they got bills to pay, but they aren't on their grind either...
    Sitting making money, while I do this shit in my leisure...
    So take a number, I'm stripping lightning
    right down till it's naked thunder, I take these fucking genius heads n' then make em' wonder...
    Because that's what real rap does for a nigga...
    The Hornet's nest, I don't ever get my buzz from a trigger
    You figure, like a Mannequin, I'll be standing still...
    Still on the ant hill, your plans will never move, they'll damn yield...
    Until they come... so keep waiting... me making moves
    Chess pieces, hit the street station, got keys, we free basing...
    I drop these, for every occasion, I'm ready
    know the duration, it's so I can show your soldiers my graces...
    The card game, and I'm holding the Aces...
    None of em' Smoking yet...
    Buddy Israel, with a flashy gimmick and poker set...
    I yell anything that comes to my mind, no tourettes
    No stress, I blow sess', while I'm working out on the Bow Flex...
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  13. mr.redeyez

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    This for all my niggas that died for they respect-

    rest in peace,
    you left to soon - cold nights end in gun fights
    i know niggas that pray to see sunlight
    we use to get dumb hype smoke weed sell white
    get busted in the a.m - now we livin' that cell life
    we went left the holy grail right, i can tell you what hell like
    burnt rubber and rain is what it smell like
    alotta pain you see redeyes on the daily, will i die tonight, nigga maybe
    i'm in a bucket wit' a musket doin' 80, finna bust it screamin' fuck it cus' i'm crazy
    my dead homies left to soon-
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  14. Kron

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    Yeah, we spin that spinning top like it's finna stop...
    Reality bares, the totality we see and battle in mirrors
    the superficial, shooting for the stars, don't got to use a pistol
    Marlon Brando, death wish, I'm too official for movies, is you
    Listening? A chip off of the old block... hot
    like the stove top, I throw thoughts into my brain and doze off..
    Wake back up with more thoughts to build the momentum
    Fully capable of training so many soldiers, I blaze em' whole...
    Still amazing tho, I raise the stakes... Vampires die
    and see the amazing wake... I take the fate... never miss
    Some clever shit... tell all the aficionado's to come out with a
    better diss... the ties like the Family has, I sever your skill...
    Whatever, Cruella De Ville with that patriarch mentality
    Subscribing to the inner turmoil seen on the battle scene...
    Traveling through echos, you can battle with the Jekyll
    See him kick inside, Mr. Hyde with the shit, but a different guy...
    You looking at the selfless reflection of a beast...
    Thought they were rep-in the streets, but then go and question elites
    Got the energy of the centipede, human, taking extremities
    From different body parts to make a car Maserati art...
    Splashes of paint from the can, slashing your face, and then grab
    the rest... state of address is the clinical patient
    that's taking your flesh, and rearranging it adjacent to
    the masking tape on his dress... -er, the Hannibal Lector man of the sector...
    Bet the man will open you up as you stand on that camera...
    Director... Can't you see I'm bored as stuff...
    Took a trip to the morgue and snuffed a fucking corpse with a damn
    Porsche and cut the mortuary owner, but laughed before I forced that fuck
    into necrophillia acts with a corpse... sick in the head...
    Picking his bed, with a long snub nose on the side, as he lifts up his head...
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  15. K.I.T.

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    L.A. mixed, live and direct/
    the flow was habitual, the beat is soo critical//
    me im soo lyrical upliftin ya spiritual/
    system, kit, quick to get, with them//
    they'll be some, victims, once I depict them/
    shift them, into the right kinda order//
    leave mcs suffering from some kind of disorder/
    south of the border, western of Georgia//
    I can affordta, put you in ya place/
    pullin out the joker or ace, in a, fast pace//
    tennishoes laced, don't wind up getting mace/
    cus, well take it there, then be like I don't care//
    Ive reached my pressure, point there's only soo much I can bear//
    so take heed, as I proceed/
    inhale, exhale maken my lungs bleed//
    as the crowd leaves I take myself a bow/
    and reminence, like 'I just rocked over a thou'//
    sand people, sometimes my thoughts get evil/
    have you like that one kid that saw dead people//
    so call me Dr. Evil, or vin diesel/
    coming for the sequel either that or the prequel//
    learnin, use to go to mount Vernon/
    wearin uniforms, so we could stop splurging//
    and focus, on school, instead of breaking all the rules/
    and school work is really how you pay your dues//
    I got mixed viws, on, your whole concept/
    you got a lot of ideas going for ya but ya intellect//
    is not up to par, I checked bar after bar/
    im like a universe how it's filled with star after star//
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  16. The-phuking-makash

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    are these cats serious,
    or am I watching delirious,
    making me laugh like Eddie,
    Eastwood types,
    noodle knocked like spaghetti,
    stop fronting stop lying,
    leave that thug shit behind,
    sure you can kick it,
    but stop telling lies,
    cause I don't dig bologna or American cheese,
    unless we talking bout green ,

    Makash out
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  17. lazerscope

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    Take me for granted, and in ya future, is guaranteed sadness
    The way I would destroy ya life, you would think I had planned it
    But nah, I was just blessed with a special form of madness
    To leave all my challengers embarrassed and mentally damaged
    You can't stand it, yet you're still attackin', dumbasses
    My passion for rappin' got me a palace in Damascus
    Far from passive, I'm here to teach ya'll what the art of rap is
    Cuz ya'll chasing after something that really isn't there...you're catfished
    My broken language, brought wild thoughts to fruition
    Plus split mad wigs like manic beauticians
    The game seems at times like a magical system
    But in reality I'll show you what it be, if you'd just listen...
    Forget it, most will do what they do, and regret it
    Wishing they could go back, pay heed to my lessons
    Not a professor, I only asked difficult questions
    So all ya'll could succeed in ya professions...
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  18. The-phuking-makash

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    if we want to question my profession,
    I'm a hot item at the local asylum,
    patients can look but they will get fucked up if they decide to touch,
    beaten down and left in a drugged haze,
    keeping them in restraints for days,
    yes it's twisted how when i gotta hold the line
    there's really no word for worse than vicious
    there's no foul line there's no limits
    i can get into your system like asbestos
    one day your walking next day your terminal
    tenacity won't break it and faith won't save ya
    it's just a matter of time
    no really your in danger
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  19. Kron

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    Yeah. You'd think the voices in my head would've quieted down.
    Or at least say hello whenever I am around.
    I take notice, don't I? Much more than you ask of me.
    And never am I on a high horse to call your majesty.
    I simply put ink down. And sometimes it speaks for me.
    Sometimes I read stories so that I can see glory...
    But facts don't lie, I'm number crunching schematics...
    For my own Alien Roger, living up in my attic...
    They don't know I keep to myself, and speak to myself...
    Drinking Caffeine often, and the weed doesn't help...
    Am I in a box? Or is it you that's blocked off...
    My conscience doesn't speak for itself, it's got a lock jaw.
    As time goes by, I often stay in idle mode...
    Destination blocking each and every way I try to go
    They can't hear me crying though, it lays deep, inside my soul...
    A grown man doesn't talk on that. A grown man gotta pop his yap.
    A grown man has to say it doesn't hurt when it does...
    Even if that means falsifying his personal buzz
    I got a date with destiny; she's looking quite beautiful.
    This room is just for you and me. I always want to stay true to you...
    But then reality reigns down, no umbrella can stop that...
    Train of thought gains momentum, it's never off track...
    This is for the yellow bellies, desperate for a change...
    But do nothing to make it work. Don't know what they are worth...
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  20. The-phuking-makash

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    Yellow bellies wanting change and doing nothing
    thinking if they stay on the wheel they might get something
    oh dear it's a rat race, that keeps us from tearing up those rat faced politicians,
    what would happen if the public stepped up on a mission,
    like were upset and these are our demands
    if you don't jump than this high, than you will be afflicted,
    thought we were sleeping but than you turned around
    cause we can't eat cake when we got no bread,
    if you don't restore opportunity with the future than it's off
    with your head,
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