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for death, would die by their own hands.
Life is no ordeal, if you can come to terms,
reject the system, which dictates the norm,
from dehumanization,
The motor burns it slow
Gas-hog flyin on its own
I could tell by the glow
The sign says dead end
We saw it up ahead
It took all day to get this far
They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors in
voices on the same riddim
Singing louder than the sound system
So many colors comin' out of concrete
Come we go downtown, come we go shout on mainstreet
the worldwide ancient tunnel system
The government is running
Hectic! Verbal slaughterer of
The Judeo-Christian ethic
Hare Rāma Hare Rāma rāma Rāma Hare Hare
going to serfdom
If we accept the barbary of the system
But would I really want to work in a factory?
Would I really make my art for a leader?
Would Mao
Blazing like fire through the galaxy
Lost in the abyss out here in the void
The last solar flare, a system destroyed
By light of the dark inferno
take your time
Take your mete, turn it over, hold the line
So the systems codified in transactions through the sky
Have a state of decay, harmonise
I wasted my twenties in submission
I thought I was outside the system
I was rolling over for wealth and power
As if they really cared about me
Tunkashila, oh yeah
Great Spirit, system collapsed
Nothing but the Earth will last
And I will be singing sweetly until the darkness
And how life is
Great
want to fight come
pump ya fist and resist the system
I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom
catechism??
we can have a collision and go at it
the drum slowly
The family jewels, the swimming pool
Yards marked by emerald coffins
We heard crimes often and softly
A mystery mist, new systems shift
Abolish government
There's nothing to it
Forget about God
He's no innocent
We live by a system
Of perfect goals
People vs. people who are bored
and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
So step up and get your fronts cracked
by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
to do
I'm in the wasteland
The gangs are doin' drive-by's in L.A.
Quinn is drillin' ink and we're gettin' laid
Your shotgun cops are goin' to hell
too busy watchin' Luke, gettin' interviewed by Robin Leach
So if you're modest and don't hire economics
Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub
district
There's something that I think you should know
It's the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside "O"
Peep my flow, creep by slow
See all my
commisary bank
Sunday, Monday came fool I'm out this holding tank
But it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry go round
One day you're
Staring up into the solar system
All the stars are fixed up in the sky
I just want to sparkle for a moment
Before I just fizzle out and die
I'm
dejectedness, God how the fuck he's missed her
His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar by
He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky
makes sure the system won't feed back (Big fat road manager)
He yells "check one" 'til his face turns blue (Big fat road manager)
Don't you wish he could
All these rocky mountains
To play five songs and drink some more
And fall asleep
Getting taped by locals
Don't have the nerve to ask for food
side always, I rebel against the true system
A young man givin' old wisdom, over soul witness
I try to stay out of drama, give my life
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'
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