Freedom

Ugh!
 Pump, pump, wah
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 C'mon!
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 Ugh!
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 Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
 All live, never on a floppy disk
 Inka, inka, bottle of ink
 Paintings of rebellion, drawn up by the thoughts I think!
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 Yeah!
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 C'mon!
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 The militant poet in once again, check it
 It's set up like a deck of cards
 They're sendin' us to early graves for all the diamonds
 They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
 With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
 More like the murals that fit, don't turn away, get in front of it
 Brotha, did ya forget cha name?
 Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe?
 Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone
 C'mon, doesn't that make it three in a row?
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 Anger is a gift
 C'mon!
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 Ugh!
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 Drop that!
 Ugh!
 C'mon!
 Yeah!
 Ugh!
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 Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
 Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe?
 Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone
 C'mon, 'cause you know they're counting backwards to zero
 Environment, the environment exceeding
 On the level of our unconsciousness
 For example, what does the billboard say?
 "Come and play, come and play!
 Forget about the movement!"
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 Anger is a gift
 Yeah!
 
 Ugh!
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 Aw, bring that shit in!
 Ugh!
 Hey!
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 Freedom
 Yeah!
 Freedom
 Yeah right!
 Freedom
 Yeah!
 Freedom!
 Yeah!
 Freedom!
 Yeah right!
 Freedom!
 Yeah!
 Freedom!
 Yeah right!