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Praise Jah Jah, I'm from the east, man
That's why me fiya bun policeman
It ain't no peace until my people get to feast, man
Believing C-SPAN, chuggin fermented yeast cans?
You'd prolly volunteer to get marked by the beast, man
I'll never cease, man
Even when I'm deceased, man
Immeasurable is the power that's unleashed, man
We standing in sinking sand like on the beach, man
Betta we pull together and start pullin out the leech, man
Beseech man? Bow down and beg for some crumbs?
I don't think so muthafuhzza I'ma stick to my guns
The SKS'll
Rupture all the devils' blood vessels
Trees or no trees, I soar higher than kestrels
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