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The Narcicyst
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P.H.A.T.W.A. (Alphabet Boys)
C-I A-F B-I Enter and spy When we fly, denied From planes landing into NY (why?) C-I A-F B-I Enter and spy (P.H.A.T.W.A.) I get deported Somewhere to die
what kind of life is this out of sight, out of mind with divisiveness get your head right betrayed and gone wrong, hold on Arabs get their roll on like backgammon with souls lost rap's Khalil Gibran puffin' cedar trees cuffed on the lawn of the White House and right now they (pump pain and oil while they murrrdaah) some things you never heard of bodies get blasted back tagged and taxed beef served cheap eating vats of fat on the other side brothers wearing bags for hats orange jumpsuit steez standing back to back party in the heat now (evvvveeeeerybody) we living dead, huh give him a phatwa bless god (i get deported, somewhere to die) feds like, c'mon let's talk.
's rarely irrelevant impurity in the scale of my element the lies make me mo' sad like israeli intelligence barely a militant humans pale in benevolence Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com rap's Salman Rushdie outlandish no sound scan push me ballads outstanding how candid! (pump pain and oil while they muuurrrddaaah) some things you never thought of i'm feeling very amped! this music is so soothing spit so funny schizo runnin' hits go dunny! trying to git mo' money like a cuban military camp funded by sick folks and the list goes... (everybody) trying to speak out for peace deleted, believe it (i'll get reported) (somewhere tonight) still undefeated
went from supported to subordinate can't afford it ordered my motherland smothered and mortared morbid at borders i'm sorted out from beardless cats that boarded the plane as i was boarding then detained i can't call it mic check when they search my jordans it hurts like mourning so... (pump pain and oil while they murrrddaaah) some things i'm unsure of like an arab man at an airport when you wonder what he's there for therefore i stand up for lands stuck near war in tandem passport control where i'm picked at random damn son! (everybody) feels safer than we do your plots are see through (i get recorded, somewhere they spy) get the truth EQ'd
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