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YR: The fall of a present pastime, when was the last time you fraud revolutionary went to a protest
Stood up to a cop or went to feed the homeless
Your clenched fist doesn’t know where home is
YR__The medias bitch sold tortured and whipped, a spitten image of the tv and remote that you click
The name of your click t
he brand of your fit,
YR****Not sicker than sifolis, sick of rappers sayen there sick as shit,
so many similar simolies songs and sentences
so sorry ur not the sickness slick,
just a simple synonyms sorry synthesis of other shit that’s insignificant
YR: Scared to stand up to the bigoted, big blind businesses,
with initiatives bigger than your daddies dime piece dividends
Depression, deep recession and debt digen in
YR***the new world or the conspiracy theory that’s not a theory or a conspiracy
Truth in the blasted bombs that let the spirits free
Tower 7 blown to heaven like the lies leached out of your reverend but not even hes hearen me
YR***Devalued deported then destroyed,
innocent militants body bagged like insignificant decoys
Fighting terrorism that we supported extorted then aborted,
so fuck the government but brother im proud of you,
but why does the government that funded it not have there kids getting buried in bullets too
you are the fall of a present pastime , Repeat
YR***The mantra that says make war not love we need to reverse it and end self stained the war on drugs
And sex slavery in the u.s.a.
cuz imported sex slaves in the us pays,
so no pun intended but the truth got laid
YR ****In need to research 3 things tower 7 ____ and the federal reserve what you heard,
type in those 3 words if your vision is blurred
do it then you might be feeling disturbed
cuz that’s what happens when your reality is truth and then your truth is deferred
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Galaxy (prod. Whoarei)
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Blah (prod. Whoarei)
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skit (prod. Pete Space)
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Its time to throw your hands in the heavens
Raise rebellion and let your sole beckon
Get high--open your eyes and see (get eyes, open up and see)
Clench your fist spread your wings and be free
The corus is catchy but one few can see
Due to curupt government, propaganda and poverty
I said the corus is catchy but hard to live
Cuz you aint got strength to spread your wings is yous a starving kid
And fist aint getten tight if momma is shooten ice
And daddy is beaten life outa your day and night
And if you got a lucky life
then you gon be sheltered from the truth unless you gon hunt it right?
So now is stand here on tha Miiiiiic
Striped down of everything except what I got ta offer in this life
Cuz radical rebellious revolution is the new censored and safe
we runen after the smoke and mirrors
like the economy getten chased
And we hiten harder then civil rights activist geten billy club slapped in the face
Throwen out the treadmill no longer jogen in place
slice the puppets strings and show the clowns face
Either a prophecy or just the worlds fate
Its time to throw your hands in the heavens
Raise rebellion and let your sole beckon
Get high--open your eyes and see (get eyes, open up and see)
Clench your fist spread your wings and be free
Que hora es
Lets sing socialist democracy
Until the white house isn’t painted with hypocrisy
Lets sing socialist democracy until my homeless brother got a home
Until my affluent brother aint counting chips alone
until my crazy brother is getten help with his cerebral
Its time to put down your gun open you mouth and get lethal
Its time to be the change
same time you chanten power to the PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE
Cuz everyone knows equality has a way of becoming unequal
Que hora es
Its also time to look at what you got
Cuz even I you struggle here in the high percentage of the world I guarantee you got alot
But that’s not an excuse to stand in the same spot
It just means your obligated to provoke more thought
And speak to help rather than how you can increase your wealth
Cuz we risen up like the cash flow of the illuminati
after the depression, 9/11, war and dead bodies
but peace is the only piece we gon embody
unlike those greedy and power hungry zombies
so dance to this music and dance to this song
but remember the message as you sing along
Its time to throw your hands in the heavens
Raise rebellion and let your sole beckon
Get high--open your eyes and see (get eyes, open up and see)
Clench your fist spread your wings and be free
Comen with agnostic flow
Not cuz I hate god but just because I don’t know
Not my job to preach to you was gon happen after you die
Cuz if I did that it just might be a lie
Tell you to throw your hands in the heavens by that I mean sky
Tell you to spread your wings by that I mean fly
Tell you to clench your fist im tellen you to stand up and ask why
Cuz to many times we’ve be fucked by that guy
Yes him the whim, the want the parse the front, the love the hate, the fertile impotent mate
the death the born toil the scorn, ocean the plank
The blame and the thank but he is a she, and she is a he, androginistically
Spiritually, invested, digested the unity
Its time to throw your hands in the heavens
Raise rebellion and let your sole beckon
Get high--open your eyes and see (get eyes, open up and see)
Clench your fist spread your wings and be free
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L.U.V. (prod. Whoarei)
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YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
That I cant but want to
YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
Oh how bad I want you
I can feel where our legs meet
so much energy there like a single heart beat
Difien physics
Like sand moven up the hour glass
We’ve been chitten and chatten lipen and macen seems like 2 minutes but an hour passed
The hours fast
When your flirten with destiny
You put your hand on mine tryin to get the best of me
Testen me
Like a chief do recipe
Like a rave do ecstasy
Sitten next to me
Your eyes feel like hands undressen me
You want more therefore you give less to me
You want more therefore you give less to me
Verse 2
Your body language is singin like the birds and bees
Let it go
flow like word with ease
leg risen I observed your knees
Smilen like a siren with an obscure fatigue
Whisper in my ear like you heard the breeze
Spinning like a globe you blurred the seas
You begin with please
“ playin games with my mind
and magic with my heart
you tell me where to end
but don’t show me where to start “
Sensual sound that escapes your bliss
contained emotions in the way you kiss
unchained devotion in between your lips
but your eyes told me it was more than just a triiip.
Chorus
YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
That I cant but want to
YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
Oh how bad I want you
I know we were raised
Out of there age
And im attracted to a beautiful prude
But with you so close and mom so far there nothing more I wanta do
You
Are a living dream six inches from my face
3 inches 2 inches 1 inch wait
the way you squeeze my hand tells me your not letting go
Palms warm lust born and the night makes your skin glow
Not afraid to let your skin show
Like your skin but love the soul where the wind blows
now the times come
You’re an old soul but your minds young
Painted on each other like a war drum so near
And there can be a drum … let it drum But theres no ---war ----here
YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
That I cant but want to
YOU wanna jump into it
DO you wanna prove it
Things your always choosing
Oh how bad I want you
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FREESTYLE
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