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| 1. |
| 3:16 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:11 | 
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blood keeps drinking away certain of its destination driving through new orleans at night gotta find a destination just one fix life keeps slipping away fighting in a war with damnation poised, keep cutting away i'm looking in through to salvation just one fix like if i boarded a train trying to take in another station join us and the choice will be made unless we kill the lie as a nation just one fix |
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| 3. |
| 3:57 |
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| 4. |
| 4:17 |
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| 5. |
| 2:55 |
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| 6. |
| 4:47 |
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| 7. |
| 2:07 |
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| 8. |
| 2:43 |
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MUCHA POLICIA, POCA DIVERSION
Mucha polica, poca diversin Un error, un error! Mucha polica, poca diversin Represin, represin! Mucha polica, poca diversin Un error, un error! Quin tiene el dinero? Quin? Quin tiene el poder? Quin tiene el futuro? Quin? Quin lleva la ley? Mucha polica, poca diversin Un error, un error! Mucha polica, poca diversin Represin, represin! Mucha polica, poca diversin Un error, un error! Represin, un error! |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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| 10. |
| 4:16 |
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Serving the faith Abduction the oath It lie in wait for the offering Religion is old For drawing the young Purity withers and dies Never return to the ones that provided Children draining parents of will I hold out my hand to bloodless child I'm taken by the one I was saving From death ( ) By demons be driven Beckon the call With decline in mind End not far We're left hanging alone here He pulls us from nails Shatters our bones Leaving us crippled and strewn Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children Praying for his god to prevail Burying us with loved ones To sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension ( |
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| 11. |
| 2:57 |
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Hey, get up
Have some fun tonight x7 |
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| 12. |
| 2:27 |
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Well it don't take much for me to do my thing all I need is a mic and a ring magazine big beats 'a pumpin while the guitar blasts I am not the problem, what ya gonna do make the punk mother fuckers wanna kick my ass coming up to you I am not the problem I am not the problem I aint gonna solve 'em Im just gonna rob 'em rhyme stealer when you gonna learn that enough is enough gettin loud and hard when I'm in your mix I see your rank moves and your rhymes aint tough I caught the bomb and I'm gonna get six I am not the problem, what ya gonna do I am not the problem Im just gonna rob 'em I am not the problem, commin up to you I aint gonna solve 'em I pull up to the party in my seventy-five 0 rhyme stealer my car, my star, add it up- who's show skip mother fucker and I'll take it too that's how I'm living, that's how I are far I am not the problem, commin up to you Im just gonna rob 'em I am not the problem I am not the problem, what ya gonna do rhyme stealer I aint gonna solve 'em |
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| 13. |
| 2:21 |
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| 14. |
| 5:42 |
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| 15. |
| 3:01 |
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| 16. |
| 5:22 |
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