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And to the Republic People For which it stands One nation under God Indivisible with It feels so good to be back. Liberty and justice for all.
Mosh with me now
You scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'ma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multi-taskin' And juggling both perhaps mastered his craft slash Entrepreneur who's helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. Kiss his ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yeah he just snaps back
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gon' fight, we gon' charge, we gon' stomp, we gon' march Through the swamp, we gon' mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors
Come on
All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all form and stomp just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather If it rains let it rain, yeah the wetter the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we're stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yeah, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush,
FUCK BUSH
until they bring our troops home Come on, just
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gon' fight, we gon' charge, we gon' stomp, we gon' march Through the swamp, we gon' mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors
Come on
Imagine it pouring, just raining down on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryin' tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists now This is our final hour
Let me be the voice and your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to emplify the noise Try to amplify it times it, and multiply by six Teen million people, All equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why,
Cause I told you to fight.
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gon' fight, we gon' charge, we gon' stomp, we gon' march Through the swamp, we gon' mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors Come on
And as we proceed, To Mosh through this desert storm, In these closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear us?
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