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your memory)
You don't think the thought police (ha)
Gonna let ya say your piece? (Ha)
It's the cancer in our culture
Kids using keyboards for war!

the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song as we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend

and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

kids
Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool
Little girls off to college doing this shit
Too
For the white ones mummy take her clothes off
Never did

of humans it's insane
Like the moth and the flame
Our new society's war game

In god they trust
But all others pay cash
Kids of seven years
Contribute

fuckin' body
On the master pill
I guess I'm an independent then
Still, in New York sharping for shoe
She want to ship her man
Long black curls to the back
I

practice and barely rehearse
Somehow the flow still come out lovely
I guess I'm blessed by the man above me
Liberation, lacin' y'all with the rawness
A dawn

moving like we ain’t got nothing to lose
Have other bitches but they ain’t nothing like you
They not gonn talk about it unless it’s bad news
Careful what

raced those boats down the road to the end.

And lived boldly in the pretend. 


As shoes were outgrown, 

We had new things to chase.

We were learning

down and bruised, its for real now, the feds approaching him like

Whole school panics
News crew cameras
Swat team, cop scene
Rooftop vantage

Kids got

Drill straight out New York how he love bloodstains on his butters
All these niggas claim they kids, but I'm the one hop out with cutters
Nah, these

ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with

like Rick and Morty
能承受多少的赞美就能承受多少诋毁
Stand much praise can stand much slander
我待在麦克风旁边的时间是你们加起来的几倍
The time I stay by the microphone is several times

I'd rather die
I'm the new DMC with a leather eye
Strings in my adidas hang loose
And they never tied
I could go all day I'm never tired
Hand

dollars for a shirt
Since I pay six that's nineteen
Profit for a hit
I'm a prophet to these kids
I'm like a church, speezus Christ
Used to work morning

children?
Who's been held accountable? Who's in charge, mister?
These kids ain't got nothin' to do with y'all business
You should be building more schools

keep on climbing, rung by rung

For when your life shows nothing new

The next rung up might change your view

We've got no choice except to prove