DemoCrazy

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[Verse] Big nation, fist waving at a dictator Draining power from the generators The man woman and child, across the generations Everybody entangled, crowd under the arid clouds but missiles raining Gang banging see the blood and the cripple babies Poking out a nipple lady Run away, they Lynch and hang'em They say the system's changing Turntables trigger fingers mixer fade em But the big stations still didn't play'em Bloodthirsty east to west like Mister Kraven Is this Satan? Demons waiting on a DEMONstration Missed prayers Tents pitched in the big square Welcome to the glitch matrix They omit data Tick tick tick tick tick, hanging, getting impatient Armed soldiers vs. The Brick Masons Penetrated Tears dangle from the gas wears the ventilation Get it? Get vacant, no more kids playing Inflation, infiltration, causing inflammation Mr-Mis-Information pushing displacement Disc causing discomfort like you piss razors Instigators teeth way sharper than a swimming gator Not really complicated Ignorant to danger Sometimes the bullets went stray and a couple hit strangers Modern times like the Pharaohs of some distant ages It's an understatement if I told that the shits crazy It's really no time to get lazy Sun raise'em where the Nile is the river basin Winter blazing but some hearts seem refrigerator Bin Ladens in the city no relation to a Ben Franklin Receive a standing ovation on ya chin graying Wise said a sword ain't as mighty as the pen and page is Revolution in a Facebook/Twitter nation Politicians over the hill? This more like Himalayas Lifestyles of the rich and famous Religious statements from the one who kiss the babies But their hearts seem rotten like the apple I ain't talking where the Knicks is playing Figure skaters in the palace with the Piston players Different neighbors Poor people with the pinched payments Vent hatred The early birds get it first, hook the fish later And that's deeper than a splinter cut traveled by some Witch hazel Heard it through grapevine of my temptations Time to get naked for a minute, bare facts Dick, anus say hooee for the pimp players Licking lips Fingertips Feel shackles on the wrist ankles The newspapers printing hatred got it mistaken Propaganda hit the fan And now the shit stanking When the camera's shoot Stars get spangled Watch the banners get tailored and be the first one to get famous
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- One Be Lo