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Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death
Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony
Of our hopes
That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Our movement
[Verse One]
Im not a human being into no spirtual shit
Spiritual remanifested as a human that's it
When i spit i spray thoughts that's representing my life
Yo i step into the spot leave niggas open like mics
Take on em on a tour
Explore psychologies of war
Things you can't imagine if you've never seen em before
Shorties come back raw
Straight out the c- 74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu
Mcs is soft like play-doh
I shape 'em
Smash em to pieces
[?]
Slaves crave the words i'm painting
The masterpieces
You hear em on the radio babbling
But the truth is traveling with the word
As they're flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling like a verdict
Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Bablyon, let's travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get your ass was foul
And foul just is how you is
No excuses see, life's dilemnas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your clearer understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution
Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death
Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony
Of our hopes
That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Our movement
[Verse One]
Im not a human being into no spirtual shit
Spiritual remanifested as a human that's it
When i spit i spray thoughts that's representing my life
Yo i step into the spot leave niggas open like mics
Take on em on a tour
Explore psychologies of war
Things you can't imagine if you've never seen em before
Shorties come back raw
Straight out the c- 74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu
Mcs is soft like play-doh
I shape 'em
Smash em to pieces
[?]
Slaves crave the words i'm painting
The masterpieces
You hear em on the radio babbling
But the truth is traveling with the word
As they're flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling like a verdict
Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Bablyon, let's travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get your ass was foul
And foul just is how you is
No excuses see, life's dilemnas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your clearer understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution
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