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the feeling;
lack of empathy strikes me appealing.
a reserve can be reached but instead is ignored,
not started, but followed to war, not started, but hollowed

The media reports are misleading- history's a myth dont believe what ya reading- soliders dying for lies we should all be grieving- change isn't

the war
But you see through their lies
And their shifty eyes
And their rich allies
They don't realise
What it's like up
Here in the real world
What it's

Cold War

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album, Pt. 1

2012

our cool young histories

Said it's a cold cold war
Ain't nobody wins like the government
In the U.S.S.R
'Cause this is all for shares
Nobody

file)
Aiyyo yallo! Motherfuckin niggaz clear out (Carry your flags)
Warlord in the buildin (It's the art of war)
Aiyyo yallo! I got this fuckin forty five

And forgot just as easily
But at least I got an A
And so I don't have them to blame

Well I should stop pointing fingers
Reserve my judgment
Of all those

what I'm on right now is already beyond you
But I'll save that for another time
Yeah
If this is a war I'm locked in
Score bangers on beats like top bins

what I’m on right now is already beyond you
But I'll save that for another time

Yeah
If this is a war I’m locked in
Score bangers on beats like top bins

our duty
Forever after
Without a fuss
And when this war has turned and fades to dust
History will remember us
We made a change and that's enough

History repeated, the scroll, I don't read it
Don't let the save files in the system get deleted
Cheat engines, I don't need it
Adversaries have retreated

they know

Savages coming for my soul,
But do I deserve this

Corporations made from all of your fears
Blood money with no history 
Swallow sadness

Trippie hippie never spit it iffy
Slamming beats like im Blake
Griffy steel reserve still in my
Kidney loudest of the loud in
My blizzy still kick it

their hand 
And their own rage
On ped-o-file islands
Acting like philosophers
They’re not 
They’re lost like lost
Lost the plot 
This ain’t purgatory jack

let me out the cage
Went to war came back with a graze
Got dealt a hand without spades
Bosses remain unfazed
Just started winning man this shit ain't

the poverty dwelling
The story that the pottery telling
You find all in potter's field
Or the government files

Some say the Government will watch me
But they

to the security officers and the people who say they went to war for the country and became disabled

Even the officers who say they are the protectors of our lives

that was tragic
No olive trees, no olive branches
No signs of peace in the Middle East
This history I re-examine
When I say Mohammad I don’t mean

YOU BELIEVE THAT THE SAME FINANCIAL INSTITUTION
BACKING BOTH SIDES OF EVERY WAR 
SINCE BEFORE THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
STILL RUN THE FEDERAL RESERVE 
IN

me I was at war with 
Coz giving in was the reasonable option
As the distance stretched, and the pain mingled with exhaustion
Had to reach inside for

shit. We ain't with it.
Running to the money. Man, this is how we get it. (yea) Wassup!

[Verse1: D.C.]
Federal reserve keeping dollars. 
Why is it that

Thank you. My fellow cmericans, today we face one of the greatest crisises in our nation's history. Right now, millions of perfectly wealthy,

enemy the inner me I was at war with  
Coz giving in was the reasonable option 
As the distance stretched, and the pain mingled with exhaustion 
Had

"Let's chase that!"
"What steep sandy terrain?! fall back!"
Salahs turning Shirkuhs reserve force to the help
"S**t respect this is dual offense!"

Go Humans

Bad Astronaut

Twelve Small Steps, One Giant Disappointment

Go human time bombs
Go robotic believers
Protect your only war reserves

Go great destroyers
Killers of holy nurture
Legacy of genocide rulers