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Somethings gone terribly wrong
With the arithmetic
So build it all again darling
Digit by digit
You know very well
The statistic
So what shall we do?
Build it!

Keys Open Doors

Clipse

Hell Hath No Fury

2006

ugly, shit, she talk to the law
And that's just what I get, it's the Roses of War
Fuck the Bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck

statistic for the
Rest of us to hear
If you keep on looking closer you
May just find your death
Compliments of our government and bastard

The Crucifix

According to Nigeria
National bureau of statistics
In collaboration with world bank reports
That four in ten Nigerians
Live below national

That's cursive or the streets

And to keep it honest
I'm more than likely an Onyx
If you look at my statistics
I'm about as strong as I am weak

No need

Campaigns and elections, an obvious scam
Tories or labor, they're all the same
And you're taking part in their treacherous game

And when in the end you have

might be a bit too old
I like me some young guys made in China
On the label it's most likely child labor
We pay each kid 10 cents per day
And we let them

carve out a niche between the Scylla and Charybdis
But the choice don't feel as real until its business or statistic
Plus this food for thought

siblings
All the while becoming quite a mean rhyme spitter
With the verbal ballistics
To shoot down statistics
Different ways to make it
Somehow the people

restructuring towards a
Slave labor economy
The chance of survival on
Death row disappears
Their right to appeal is deprived
Worker strength and solidarity

like they know labor pains?
For that line, f- it, call me transphobic
Call it hate speech, but I'm not the man hopeless
I just stand focused, you can act

movement unknown like a magic stick
So quick my trick shot made statistic with da golfballistic

I'm sick and tired of Adidas
They're thinkin they're G but

They want much higher than us
Proficient, in languages, hieroglyphics
In arts, and statistics
Most of us, already get it
Google degrees were invented

acting like they know labor pains?
For that line, fuck it, call me transphobic
Call it hate speech, but I'm not the man hopeless
I just stand focused, you

throat
"Call for murder" that’s all she wrote.
Can’t mask your Principles behind
a designer coat.
Hiding behind facades
too much to tote
Another statistic

me out nothing
I don't think, I know, all set in stone
Food for thought, with no rain, your fruits of your labor couldn't grow
But weeds can't neither

maneuvers
Cash only when I get my stipends, had to let it ripen
Now the fruits of all my labor steady ready for the picking
How we divvy up dividends is my

protections on labor and the environment and so on
This is really where the story of poverty and inequality in the modern period comes into its own

Third

ramifications of this
Jim Crow babies, This is new slavery
Take a man freedom, make him work free labor
That sound like plantation
This gone make em hate me
But

to become a statistic
My soul end up a victim
Never pursue what I love
Sold to capitalism
So I end up just a number
They funnel kids into prisons
Start a war