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titans like faders
I anxiously wait the day that another could step to me
Cause I cut em down with precision
Moves are longer divisions
Administrative

the blood, sweat, and tears that they shed
I'm hearing
They in the back of my head my ancestors talking to me Trying hear what they said
Hold up all of my

No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies

with you
Division is a notion, the spirit in me knows that
I don't need to show that I'm one with you, I'm one with you
I'm hearing angels talking to me

Pull up with the choppa, let the choppa spray you down
I been hearing that you talking shit, you are a clown
Once I make it in the game I'm busting

line but I’m not hearing cheers
A snitch Nigga that’s the shit I don’t like brother was my daddy Nigga taught me how to ride a bike
I’ve been in

Hook
Blowing up
You already know im showing 
Pop another i feeling up 
This shit electric can get enough
Speakers so loud that they hearing us

fate right here
And now you're gone I cant forget how much did so clear
Now I know I have to push myself to make it here
No division changing but

Skewered from Ear to Eye

Cannibal Corpse

Evisceration Plague

2009

Sharpen the pick
To pierce the skull through the ear
Stab at an angle
Cranial transfixion, hearing and vision terminated by the penetration

hearing couples 
Couples kissing on the metro, say 'I miss you' or won't let go, you see couples 
The vision of division is reminding you that you should

can't see the division, then it works as we divide
Open your eyes, the worlds flawed, we're hating each other
When we need to stand as one were degrading

Downtown I've got a couple of friends
Real big on opinions
They're getting down with division
They say we'll be alright but not tonight man'

Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind

Logic

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

2019

why I keep perserverin'
Even when I'm hearing I'm a bitch, I'm a fag
I'm a motherfuckin' hypebeast, I ain't black in the slight least
I ain't good

I’m bout to stir up the pot, imma talk about what they don’t want me to say,
This division of race, is a spit in the face
Of America, look at how far

this shit?
It's so clear and obvious that no one's near the shit
The only time you near us bitch is when you hearing it
I eat up fake MC's like

and hearing them shots
They saw me as victim and noticed my symptoms
And yet still diminished me down till I rot
Cause ladies denied me more times than I tried

chances

Impossible way through
Tricks I know a few
You'll be left there standing

Master tactician, mighty division
You got zero chances

Impossible way

I'm sick of hearing the same old song.
The same old heartbreaking story
about some poor shit
whose life sucks dick
thinking he's gonna change

The Warning

Pharoahe Monch

W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)

2011

This is Lieutenant Gaviston of Bravo Command second division, thirteenth brigade. 
While on a recon mission in Kabul, Afghanistan, 
I have

friendship,
Two rules: no subtraction, there’s no division
But a fool from somewhere, he changed on us like a season
I’m taking it slow cause I don’t want no

been hearing rumours
Let me tell you that ain't fun
Nobody wants to hear that they ex be fucking up
There's a difference between you and me
I'm a lover

don't fuck with my vision
She wanna get with me but lack the commitment
I felt the division withholding my entrance
I'm here again, I can't believe it
I

Nigga that ain't part of my vision
You ain't even in my division
You keep claiming you a shooter
But you missing, I ain't seeking
Ya attention got these

why I'm so serious
I've been driving myself so insane hoping that they hearing us
Lately I've been in the trench digging for fool's gold
Somewhere