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Born into
With a feeling something's missing
in a corn addiction
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
Dinosaurs or
allegiance to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and casting
by the spelling bee
And they congratulations

You
From
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd if we weren't captured and traded

Consider this my
Yo, It's the class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a useless
Here, for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the

Push yo back
As long as my head is
I'll be as political as I
Because I get
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is fad and who has a six pack
batting this average, or
Compare his passes to his
There's a sports channels
You can get package, or this package

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare your baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to your eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, the margin

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the fuck is kosher food?
Third generation crops won't
Be careful who you close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up truths

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Vince
Now when the haters are The
The crowd doesn't a chance
When the international bankers are walking the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no pair of
What the is an advance?
live on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a talking human conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
for the promised land
False of Christopher Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the shortest
I just you understand, when the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all land, huhh
Well, let's just move on, because, great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, the subject
All of these religions, I'm I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
to process all this info you hide from
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and condition your mind hon'

prohibited, imma defy them
The smell of is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

What the fuck you think on in schools you send your kids to?
What the you think they serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why ratchet shit is what these kids is into
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really just gentle

children
Grownups issues
Grownups children
Who grow up issues
tissues
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I have the
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me your money, give me money!"

Everybody's in
But is a free country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they comedy
Anything to take they mind off being
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit like a
They know i'm the shit by just looking at my
They know been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
you into a worker bee
Harvest the honey
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No folding hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,