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Kinda funny How the money Got control Stole ya from me My sweet honey Sold my soul Kinda funny How the money Took control Stole ya from me For Blood money Yeah I Sold my soul I been on hiatus for awhile Yeah I dropped the ball Been a corporate puppet doing dials Making cold calls Learned a thing or two but not my style Same four walls Love my liberty without denial Call me Ron Paul These corporate cocksuckers Wanna take advantage of us Learned my lesson firsthand Now I'm sharing it with others I'll protect my little brother And protect my single mother Looking out for one and other Or they'll turn us into suckas Yeah it's all good Take it back Where they at Not on track No one here On my own Another beer All alone Old news. New views (I overhear) New news. Old views (I overhear) Old news. New views (I overhear) New news. Old views (I overhear) Yeah It's young Nino de la rocha Ain't no need for all that coca Just pass me la Yerba so I can sit and blow my smoke up. heady soldier You got them hands you better throw em Jay made D.O.A. so auto tune still makes me throw up Man you know what, know what? I think it's time turn the flow up And spit the shit that hits so hard It turns a crackhead sober Burn it slower But this rock is getting warmer Got extinction around the corner Don't say we never warned ya Soak up the separate perceptions Like their the essence of wetness You're in the land that's a zoo And I'm the man with the weapons Still second guessing the message You might get left with a blessing Her box I'm checking the levels Of her obsession it's pressing Subconscious seclusion From the movement of ruins Is fluid Know what we doing His story we slide right to it Then the fabric unravels in time As anarchy travels It's Laughable Scrabble, parables Facing battles as shadows grow Old news. New views (I overhear) New news. Old views (I overhear) Old news. New views (I overhear) New news. Old views (I overhear) Yeah This town deserves a better class of musicians And we're gonna give it to them C.D