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mic up louder i got to say something
lightweights step it aside when we come in feel it in your chest / the syllables get pumping people on the street they panic and start running words on loose leaf sheet complete coming i jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping healing the blind i promise to let the un in sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping f--- that / i wanna see some fists pumping rick something / take back what's yours say sometime that you know they might attack you for cause i'm sick of being treated like i have before like it;s stupid standing for what i'm standing for like this war's really just a different brand of war like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor like they understand you in the back of the jet when you can't put gas in your tank / and these f--kers are laughing their way to the bank / cashing the check asking ou to have compassion have respect for aleader so nervous in an obvious way stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day in their living room laughting like what did he say |
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