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    Don Johnson Big Band

    Royalty

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2013 пользователем Миша

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    I'm crossing tracks
    Painting tags on the walls of the metro
    Paradoxical truths like modern day retro
    Water and petrol, protons and electrodes
    Reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes
    Thoughts shifting from topic to topic
    Skip it, hop it, flip-flip I flop it
    Catch a beat just to drop it
    Give me a door and I'll lock it, knock it
    A floor and I'll mop it
    The beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it
    Cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts
    Guerrilla warfare and insurrection bomb hits
    Eternal conflicts of hatred and sword explored
    All aboard the m/s lord, errors ignored
    How many registered votes for the poor and illiterate?
    Allow me to reiterate my concern for the bitter fate
    Of poverty-stricken cities you choose to discriminate
    How inconsiderate to set a rate to eliminate
    A culture you gave root to you now disintegrate
    Can't let it blossom, can't let it proceed to a better state
    No need to mitigate, clean up the graffiti and incinerate
    Every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate
    Now I got you listening to my hip-notic hop device
    Words glistening and they flow like melting ice
    I'm like the cool urban cat that can't catch any mice
    Vegas lice, casino hustler with no dice
    Poor like Dice raw, energetic once more
    No contour, unapologetic on tour
    Twice or less, seeking success and its price
    Throw a slice of the wedding cake
    And wonder where the rice is
    In para-lysis with para-vices
    Like Isis with a fertility crisis
    Getting adverse advice from a demon that entices
    The mind and the body like erotic license
    The measure of intensity intensified
    To a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mind
    Hence, to find, pause, forward, rewind
    Some sense behind the senseless grind
    Of the millions of humbled unconscious civilians
    Enslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilions
    Officers, batallions, provoking rebellions
    Decorated head-to-toe with medals and medillions
    Turn off the lights and disconnect the cables
    Burn the microphones and bury the turntables
    Words, fatal revolution lables
    Dangerous fables
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