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Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a composition
On the brink of a war
Or the forming of one
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing curses in and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You made it!
Here! this gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of to school just to get a job to pay for it
a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and

Consider this my
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But they say, off the land is a useless path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the

Push yo back
As as my head is intact
I'll be as political as I
I get taxed
Nah, ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's this average, or
Compare his to his passes
a thousand sports channels
You can get this package, or this

Who's this
Hey, let's compare your baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who each other bitch fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even about your bitch asses
And it's the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is even food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the was Afghanistan
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
When the international bankers are through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You you a fan but you really just a lamb
start trends every day but don't never get no pair of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
What the is in advance?
Tsh, I don't fucking
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a walking talking conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Columbus
Holding hand
History is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all land, huhh
Well, let's just on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of these religions, I'm I found one
All of these and mine's the right one
Trying to process all this info you from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, defy them
The smell of freedom is my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I just got a mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

What the fuck you think goes on in schools you send kids to?
What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what's on the
That's why only ratchet shit is what these is into
A language
Friends do they friends do
People act so fucking hard but really they gentle

children
Grownups issues
with children
Who up with issues
Cancer
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I the cure
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me your money, give me money!"

in debt
But this is a country!
They dock pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just at my discography
They know i've been sent to this idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the honey
I'm just honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

Father Sky, up the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No more hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,