This is me,
Black and most hated in all fifty,
from
My approach to danger
Political sabotage for death in front of
I been malignant, my brain, it desecrate your evolution
Mass produce
I bang the whip in the parkin' lot
Step out sparklin'
Intergalactic gas surrounds the core of the solar
Now I'm born
Are you ready for a brother
With a mouth full of
Rush, rush rush, rush
Rush, rush, rush
I hold your attention, protect
This is the response after the passing of a dark
Cut him
Somebody take flight from this stage to the crowd
One day on the block
I was speaking to a close
watch your step, come on man you making all this
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