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doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my

the sociopolitical climate change, a man-made miracle
For a third year he tried to instill the fear
Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that
By any

of the drugs I'm a hell of a guy
She said I'm too litty, can tell by my eyes
I'm moving forward, don't wanna rewind
Don't wanna money, don't wanna waste time
You

24 hours time to slip and
Bring the hitters in
Came in different chariots
Still made the track to kill the game
Illest village with the Mona Lisa
Paint

is crooks
They change history in our books
So we read the lines of the g code
Ears, fingers and teeth gold
That lifestyle bring the young down they

Get Ya

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by

By Instagram pics
Left indicted, Each notation
Is stored and dated
Outrageous
But that's the plot
And what we've got
When Ideas are brainless, Trendy

diss me in they fuckm whack rhymes
We spy back, your mother's dead by lunchtime
Ask the last rapper who tried to diss me
Vou won't be able to cause his

met the people though, its an idea that I was fed 
On the screen people my complexion are dealing drugs 
While the cops killing them even their leader

justify the means
Thrasymachus said yeah
But tell that to someone dying
For some else's idea
And that's the fate of Socrates
Convicted for corrupting little

Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're

by what the earth gives to us
Yesterday it was history 
tomorrow it will be a mystery
Do not believe that the past and the future are nothing but

of "Silent Night, Holy Night" with a song that was sung to me at my bedside as a child, namely the "Lullaby" by Johannes Brahms, to a text by Clemens Brentano.

enslavement
Fresh out the box our mental has been endangered
Hopping out the trap created by cruel caveman
Injustice and Poli-tricks the Zionist's anonymous

the distant past than we are today
Due to malevolent forces manipulating humanity
True history is suppressed
And we are told by owned education systems
That we

Told you holding your breath was a waste
Fooled by the character arc, pick a hero to chase
TV replaced the real ones with feelings
That's why you

get a new idea, write it down
go downtown, tell everybody ear to ear
Crack open a few beers, or go to a party
Lose your phone, you'll be drunk as fuck

sounding names
Canvas hoisted higher, hand over fist in vain,
Nautical maps approved by committee
And their one size fits all attitude to individual ability

to fall, to be lured by the lie
And drag us in its  sky 
To enslave us into oblivion.
Behold cosmic shape shifter struggling as the seed of chaos,
Destroying

your history based on unfounded clues
Knowing your youth was driven by singing the blues
With no understanding they felt somewhat abused
They trashed

the corner
I'm starting to see it clear
The king of losing it
The best at bad ideas
I ain't never had enough
Blinded by all my fears
There's a difference from

the distant past than we are today
Due to malevolent forces manipulating humanity
True history is suppressed
And we are told by owned education systems
That we

does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all

shit

Must be gone out the skull
Off one too many eight balls
Rewrite history shit’s all false
Out there preaching like a prophet from ya pulpit in