Your construction Smells of corruption I manipulate to recreate This air to ground sage Gotta launder my karma
I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans You'll get down on your muthafuckin' knees And it's time for your sickness again Come on and tell me what you need Tell me what is making you bleed We got two more minutes and We gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down
I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' Suckin' up, one last breath Take a drag off of death
Hey Mr. Policeman Is it time for getting away Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road And running from your ass today
Now tell me do you agree Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed I got a few more minutes and I'm gonna out to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down
Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize You want a revolution behind your eyes We got to get up and organize
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