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Here come the drums. Here come the drums Bass in your face. Not an eight track. Gettin' it good to the wood. So the people give you some a dat. Reactin' to the fax. That I kick and it stick. An
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a king. I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona. 'Cause my money's spent on the goddamn rent. Neither party is mine not the jackass or
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Land of the free. But the skin I'm in identifies me. So the people around me. Energize me. Callin' all aboard this train ride. Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore. Leavin' frauds on the outside. But the
I didn't died right. I didn't died right {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin'. With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor} Yo yo yo Gee, guess what happened. To the burned u
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