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by ropes and mistreated
Excision is the tradition
Psychic viruses of this wretched land
Smoothing iron on your titties
Vicious cycle that never ends

feel the space created due to race association
I walk outside and I'm dealing with trauma
Haunted by memories of what I see on TV
White supremacy wanting

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross

Uh, like what? Who

can do
He's a god, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right

we ran our hands
Across the water of Elsteady land
I'd take the shortcut through our lives
If it would mean that I'm by your side
So come with me!

me
Unless I'm getting shot, I'm on your TV
Screens thicken up the plot, you better retweet
Man, these nooses better not leave blood on these leaves

chiefs
Taxed by the reaper for these streets where demons released
Hacked through the ethers the medium is your TV screens
Chapels of heathens no Baptist

I turn on my tv, it turns off my brain, it all happens in a wink
Hypnotized, compromised by the powers at be so I won't use my mind to think
We all

floating to never land
When I needed to grow found some betta friends
Now a nigga surrounded by Benjamin's
Always kept it a hunnid
Double it two
Showing you

My flow go through molds of led and plastic
Battery acid
Basket being passed in the masses
Mass is being taught in the classes
Classes being taught by

Feel warm, feel safe in your embrace
And wake up with you by

Look up, now I can't even see your face
One day, grow old, have our own place
Fly away,

inches on TV make her twerk
It going to take one hour to
Have her to squirt whoa
It's like one two three
I mean these shows be
So crazy sometimes homes

attacks
No more cuts
No bedroom tax
We say no more Tory attacks

This land was ours it belongs to the poor but the rich man came and stole it all
By war

Verse 1
Get a call form T.V. - there`s a job.
I say - “OK. Let`s translate non-stop”
Number 1 quest is to meet the guest.
I`m an interpreter

campaign account

Dark money runs the land of the free
If you got it, the jobs guaranteed
Don't need an agenda or even a brain
Ignorant voters just need

So if I got a brand new car
Mercedes Benz or Jaguar
Would it get me further with you
I flew here third class on a jet
I left the land of red

against each other
Turns the planet cold
Indoctrination
Rips mind and soul
War and carnage
Sick parade on TV screen 
Insane day and age
Fed on soylent green

much TV
Had delusions I was free 

It might sound absurd, but,
Do you know, do you know
What the deaf man heard?
What the deaf man heard?

Here my good

on a tv screen
I don't speak your language
My mind so altered I forgot the basics
I forgot the basics
The escapades are rampant when the sun falls
Out

of land with some acres on the country side

Spaced out still looking at the stars
The brakes screeched as he came to halt
spent the night shooting dice
In

Seeing bloodshed on the block and TV screen
While we play with blocks and rush to bed just so that we can dream
Of a better place and time and stories with

I be too high
Throw all my problems away
I take the easy street
There's just no reward for you and me
My final fantasy is on the tv screen
Something

the beat let it land to your girl ass
Remember a cold day December
No Tv designing house with my calendar
If rain is so naked I can't even get umbrella

Am

is certain
Survival is formidable
As tv violence

Conjure up this Never land
God I know it'll never end
Pyro manic self destruct
Let me feel that love