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it's a race race race on highjacked planes it's a race race race on highjacked planes it's a race race race on highjacked planes it's a race race
Of their contract Contract Signed the dotted line of the contract Contract Contract Signed the dotted line Life highjacked Dreams sold by a suit They
Snatched away thrown underground 3 feet just short of a grave Highjacked heart that fell apart Slipped through the hands that enslave Tumble down to rise
You get high-jacked, waiting at the bus stop By Jesus, who's working at the pawn shop Escaped by, barely in the picture But never far from
out Guerrilla Radio, turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C. Way
Take it to the maximum Rakim: The trains been highjacked on track and never come back The express, the last stop is where the funs at I got my friends,
out Guerrilla Radio, turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C. Way
draw the blood in ps-ps-ps-psychopathic records baby all offensive powers our plane's high-jacked, head for record label towers drink of choice, Faygo,
on Lights out, Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C.
nowhere to be found I said, hey man, your friends are all off to school I said, hey man, now you're stuck with all these fools They highjacked
high-jacked There so much things that I lacked Know I'm writing them down in my notepad Who where you talking to on Snapchat when I was waiting for you
nitwit Ecclesiastical matters highjacked for what So Jake can snacka bleached cat Ebon Eve swirling hard for that Now Sirach act rainbow decor Prism force
You told me I was crazy And wished that I was dead. You threw a chair Right upside my head. Today I highjacked a plane... I wrote your name across
the blindfold's been unfolding You highjacked my flatline This spike of life's not mine But I'm holding on to you Better yet your holding on to me Death to life,
that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C. Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s Sound
my life you came with such a force High-jacked me to get your high with no ounce of remorse Buried my love in your mess to heal the holes you made
Nothing and no one is even concerned You gonna take a nosedive like a highjacked flight cnd I think that you might be better off Knowing that you're blowing
where they’ve gone All your dreams like figurines highjacked and analyzed All those Satellites all those Satellites All those Satellites All those
to believe That happiness is something That is readily achieved So we threw our extra baggage Out the window with the dishes Highjacked destiny With nothing
him makes me feel high-jacked Anything he does and I react I wanna leave but he knows I'll be back Don't really know what it is you do to me I'm
Fifty-feet delirium ninja's on my back He's overdosed on crack My mind's been highjacked I tried to run, I tried to hide, no use to fight Don't know
has been highjacked By the global central bankers and the corporate ruling class Biotech and Big Pharma gobblin' up that public cash Making billions
that I’ve highjacked Numb the pain Numb the pain Haven’t felt this way since like yesterday Runaway Runaway Fleeting feelings on display I can’t escape
resources Manpower and culture but the leaders The leaders are the problem They selfishly highjacked everything to themselves And let the masses die
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