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Resist the grindI shift the Mon to StereoJust trying to lift your mindBut you don't hear me, thoughWith a breath of fresh air like Terry GrossHere we go, yo, here we go like ScenarioI am your merry hostThis is not karaokeThis is the ism that's missing from systems here at homeSee, it's fear and loathingWe dangling like the cigarette holdersYoung 'uns think they run it 'cause no role figures are olderThis is listen to my feelings rapThis is the national anthem for the kneeling classThis is for everyone strugglingWho don't make doughBut bio-political productionBy thatI mean immaterial laborThe ones who made the tomb not the burial raidersNot the popo but the serial caperThe protesters not the ones who bury Al-QaedaThe answers not LaRouche, Kerry, or Nader It's bigger than one figure necessary to save usLet's change this hilarious wagesYet the only protest parade remains the Aryan nation'sLetras de cancionesParadigm contamination various agentsOrange level defenseAge Aquarius lasersFace leather like catcher's mittSleeping on the past timeIt don't got innings or a back but it packs nineYeah, we looking for the canvasMy man, there's just looking for some answersMy girl, there's looking for some fair chancesAll these people be likeBut you don't hear me thoughPhil Slick gets its tunes on the atlasHe's trying not to get glued to the blacklistShe's thinking what the fuck I do with this madnessAll these people be likeBut you don't hear me, thoughThey been sleeping on usLike to keep it on hushTwo thousand electionEuropeans saw bustBefore we could even adjustScore four more 'cause our media's fuckedInforming tedious stuntsTake back the airwavesTake back's what I'm saying yoTake back your CD, tape, dash and the radioTake back those fake jacks and the shady hostsSoon they take back your nasals and bi-labialsSo we gonna speak without phoneticsSo we getting deep without the sentenceNot communicating's the equivalent of not hearing in the first placeAin't no differencesThis goes out to all unknown businessesNo rush, slow down, it's so big in thisGold rush gold crown they go digging itsRidiculousI take that old sound and just get with itKeep your camp loThis is it like ElizabethOnce you become a dissident there's no switching itThis is the synthesis of this and this and this and if you get the picture it's magnificentI beg you pardonI've never been to MarcyNever been in tinted cars with bars or in an RVNever been a cop, in a gang or in an armyStill I spit it religious like that gibberish at a partyYeah, we looking for the canvasMy man, there's just looking for some answersMy girl, there's looking for some fair chancesAll these people be likeBut you don't hear me thoughPhil Slick gets its tunes on the atlasHe's trying not to get glued to the blacklistShe's thinking what the fuck I do with this madnessAll these people be likeBut you don't hear me, thoughGet your ears like AI in the playoff runYou don't strive for the three but the layup sonIt's what I say to youSay to y'allSay to drumsSay to some people on the mic what I wont say to noneI wanna save this music so I can save your sonSave your daughterSay the authorTaking thoughts toMake 'em runI hate to pay for waterGet caught up in paper punsAnd money metaphorsI met em allAnd straight disabled 'emYo, yoRobots is straight hearing thisFace seriousPut in work like great pyramidsWord to the cat people when they bury thisI wanna be with y'all in a hall where the Ares liveCelebrate death like a birth dateI guess that's why they eat mad cakes in the workplaceOn the first takeHot like a burnt tasteEvery single throw in new wrinkles like Mr. Burns' faceY'all can hear me loud and clearNot sounding weirdNot clouded by fools jewelry or pounds of gearNever sneaking out the rearDown to meet the crowd sincereAnd just make a greater smile appearA product of quality east coast riff raffIllmatic rhizome yo and I slip pastKids fastYeah, y'all can keep the beer steadyBut remember one thingY'all gots to keep your ears ready From Letras Mania