[Intro - voice samples]
Zing, zing
Zing, zing
Zoom, zoom
Boom, Boom
Zick, zick
Click, click
Zap, zap
Tap, tap
Yeah…
[Verse 1 - Deca]
Listen
Clap clap to the rhythm
On the straight and narrow down the path I was given
Somewhere in the past I was scratchin’ and itchin’
Fightin’ over scraps with the rats in the kitchen
Anything and everything to mask inhibition
Trapped in a prison
Searchin’ for the light in the cracks where it’s hidden
To separate the wheat from the chaff
And the true and livin’ fact from the fiction
The ruling class mastered division
But couldn’t match wits with the mathematician
Take away the pretense, add to the vision
You talk loud but you lack the conviction
Tactician back with a bone to pick
A little fame now they act different with a shoulder chip
You wanna be some kinda prima donna throwin’ fits
What’s an onomatopoeia for an open fist?
Zing, zing
Zing, zing
Zoom, zoom
Boom, Boom
Zick, zick
Click, click
Zap, zap
Tap, tap
Yeah…
[Verse 1 - Deca]
Listen
Clap clap to the rhythm
On the straight and narrow down the path I was given
Somewhere in the past I was scratchin’ and itchin’
Fightin’ over scraps with the rats in the kitchen
Anything and everything to mask inhibition
Trapped in a prison
Searchin’ for the light in the cracks where it’s hidden
To separate the wheat from the chaff
And the true and livin’ fact from the fiction
The ruling class mastered division
But couldn’t match wits with the mathematician
Take away the pretense, add to the vision
You talk loud but you lack the conviction
Tactician back with a bone to pick
A little fame now they act different with a shoulder chip
You wanna be some kinda prima donna throwin’ fits
What’s an onomatopoeia for an open fist?
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