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Silenced Root

retrace the vacuum condenced in your mouths grasp, to store new air filling lungs and ideas with care, in which i dare to cast away to where the caves has its root, no shades to fall again, no lines - we seed dispute. to fear capsuled in the peaces on the floor that is you - so we wind and we seek, truth be the kinds from which spirits are shaped like minds seizing the pain of fear relying your most beheld spheres to what the reer has stained, the silence crime's sirened i

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Stigma

Dead Prez - Hip Hop (instrumental) when you dont know where to go, just rewrite goals from the hot poles, i rock foals, the qustioned cut sold sunk the scenes of the potency cleaned by its own means, i mean what is the people when people are enemies, very pleased by their needs to be freed from their own spirits, when nothing is erased, just pump out the chase, to the phasing of the matter, materialistic difference will clap to the drums that hat ya income, by outcom

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Talkin', Swearin', Spellin'

talking, swearing, spelling, flowning away ya keep me say by this hip lines rewrite defines to count lines by lined out signs - enemies were fine in fatasy so we greet our mornings thru these neverending stories closing up on suns, by blurring these shades of guns you cant see - me - be where you can fleet, cause i take thee at thy words, no sotorylines deferred, as for a gurgling voice moulding the choices of your soul's beings to unfold shieldings, wie

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Organisms Input, Organized Output (A Little Rap Over Some Instrumental Tune)

you put inputs of conditioning into the organisms additioning to reorganize their will of behavior, empires enslaved ya who got the guts to say what? the questions marked savior, revolutions of the prayers cut down to truth of care i swear, my square is drawn up by majors levels so rebels, Who told the x was there? who left the battles stared? i share where you can bare - the loss of whom was chaired chained locks - but wit my five grips of the hip hop

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