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Clipped up like Rambo
Baby way too much to handle
Gotta watch me carry Washington without usin a scandal
Out Seattle Spit the chattel
Mix designer w

chattel?
'Cause the lamb's rotted away
When they stopped shipping work horses
Bred your own anyway, ooh

I don't pass the test of the paper bag
'Cause

in my bank account, money is fake anyway just numbers in a bank account, my people staking out, cause we choose the paper route

(Chorus) 
Fuck you

the blood of your chattel?
'Cause the lamb's rotted away
When they stopped shipping work horses
They bred their own anyway, ooh hoo
Black Myself

I

Can't stop, this world –
It takes, so I take

Gimme the bag, only that – tell ya neighbor,
One man's trash can turn gold into paper

Gimme the bag, only

style, well here’s sample
Planting my seeds, like my last name Apple
Going Sonic speeds, they in my Shadow
Why would you follow, I don't need no chattel

graduation
Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement
On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population
Epileptic mind is racing.

Probably headed for the gallow
Prisons labeled me a chattel

Yall dont even know the meanin
Think we free you must be dreamin
Got a plan you know im schemin

some great
So let's just stop the shit
Drop the guns lock the fists
Get a paper roll and twist
Try to get through this shift
Work hard and insist
That

you're acrobattle
Give me tail without the tattle
Love is like a battle
Getting slaughtered like some chattel
All the people do is chatter
But all

chattel men and then colonized
I've been hitting the dollar sign, silver lining we prophesied
They steady trying but they lose right here
This shit, rocket

in a snow storm

They keep us in line
Stand tall, straight spine
Never mind what you wanna see
Grind for the papier-mâché, stow ya paper away
For

sold our soul for paper, some numbers on a screen,
But it's a ghost we chasin', nothing is what it seems,
And we are one, we are infinite and everything,

bafana they die in decay
Ghetto the coliseum
We the chattel of the new age
But I’ll be damned if I ain’t dying great
This is stadium!!!
I’m swinging out