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yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it I smoked
I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield Watchin as my brothers are killed with no justice
for heroes The dead won't see the ending War started by rich men Won't stop the poor from dying I'll grant you your death wish It's not just time I'
Red eyes staring me out Strange feelings comin' down tonight Can't quite figure it out Fit your alibi before your crime No need in serving no time Case
. A victim 's asking for the road to Knock. There's a crowd of boys at Sugar's door, Like yesterday and the day before. At the Pass machine beside
me bro. Let me know when ya'll ready to let me bring ya'll to the movies. [Justice:] Hey Rome...this is me, Justice. I was just callin to see if we could
down the line You see the difference in the smallest thing Put a new tape in your message machine Hit the shelters 'til you see what change will bring Sometimes justice
run out to the edge of town, scream your name for hours out loud. Turn this world upside down to find you. I want to build myself a time machine, to go
a woman's arms the baby cries And I say guilt and innocence they are a matter of degree What is justice to you might not be justice to me I went too
But it keep on comin' nonetheless Take my hand, oh dear companion We may not find happiness But peace and then some real contentment And a measure of social justice
me bro. Let me know when ya'll ready to let me bring ya'll to the movies. Justice: Hey Rome...this is me, Justice. I was just callin to see if we could
Consumerism and to the republic for which it stands one nation indivisibble with liberty and justice for all And now we're running out of time We must
Peace God Aiyyo peace What's the science? Elevation You gettin' ready to drop math on this? True indeed my brother Well, it's time to start the revolution
was the only threat to private property? now the cops are stormtroopers on parade swat team nazi repo men machine guns and grenades martial law is coming in time
sad, but true Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they didn't do And if any should say, "British justice is the very best in the world
slay those fuckin' tracks Here we go, come on Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice
stage I'll say ya somethin' Clear as a project The style is hectic Guess I'm left with A system sceptic The truths I'm droppin' From the pulpit I'm yellin' Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion Word is a rough mix Sign of justice
