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excuse me, i'ma need to speak.
i'm a sleepy seed, too, B, but please recieve
the Z steez. i'm pleading with you,
freeze your need for retreat.
now we 50 thousand deep.
i release D's, free sisters,
soldiers speed to increase peace -
leaders growing whole new fleets
now we unleash beasts,
holding up our own, we scream
"GIVE ME FREEDOM.
WE 50 THOUSAND DEEP."
i'll get you back to domesets that you left,
this record track'll help you hone in, affect your first steps
toward eroding the mess of plain sickness and stress
we're corroding the pain you contain in your chest,
and we amazingly blessed
it's obtaining a crest
for the change, yeah,
i'll freak and be a beacon at best,
not only seeking out the meek, but chiefers under the steps
(are you reaching em?) yes, i teach 'em to embark on a quest,
invest in questioning the ever-pressing nature of the chain,
i'm less lethal than any politicians you could name
request people to slip into the issue-spitting game
i'm less giving education than i'm sparking a flame.
i market a name: Truth, and i target a plane
to stay stuck to, the picket pin's a part of my brain,
you can't duck, dude, you're triggering the marking of Cain.
man, fuck you if you isn't swaying your ways.
now say
i'ma need to speak.
i be knee-deep, too, G, but please concede
the scene's sheen
is streaming and about to bleed.
the fiends freeze, cause
now we 50 thousand deep.
so release fleets,
fly into the streets,
heat fires under feet
drive higher and defeat these
liars.
so we cease sleep,
trying to increase peace,
crying out, "FREEDOM!"
we 50 thousand deep.
i take you forward to the future of earth,
professing your worth, i fertilize the fruit of my birth:
a celebration generation turning merciless thirst
to integration explanation that's encouraging bursts
of enlightening, fighting for the right to be cursed
and recycling tight collective memory first,
this is vital and i might incite the violent mirth
blast the bastards, then afterwards nap in the dirt
i ain't searching for the perfect, no joking around.
i'm just working towards a worth i could uphold and allow
'cause i'm sure that you're certain this shit is on its way out
man these curtains is murking us, learn 'em with sound
the hurt's worst on the crew-less so we holding it down
with mad heads, we grow focused when we low to the ground
the whole's golden and we noticed that we knowing it now
i'm just hoping that we figure how to flow with the tao
excuse me, i'ma need to speak.
i'm a sleepy seed, too, B, but please recieve
the Z steez. i'm pleading with you,
freeze your need for retreat.
now we 50 thousand deep.
i release D's, free sisters,
soldiers speed to increase peace -
leaders growing whole new fleets
now we unleash beasts,
holding up our own, we scream
"GIVE ME FREEDOM.
WE 50 THOUSAND DEEP."
now say
'scuse me, but i'ma need to speak.
i be knee-deep, too, G, but please concede
the scene's sheen
is streaming and about to bleed.
the fiends freeze, cause
now we 50 thousand deep.
so release fleets,
fly into the streets,
heat fires under feet
drive higher and defeat these
liars.
so we cease sleep,
trying to increase peace,
crying out, "FREEDOM!"
we 50 thousand deep.
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