I'm not taking enough medicine,
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I know I'm sick in the mother fucking head
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These niggers think I'm nice,
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You don't know me very well do you?
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Check this shit out
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As I take a dose of this medicine
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Now watch me sin
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Take a sniff of this boy, I'm the real McCoy
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Real nutty, just like Almond Joy
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Screamin' I want that nigger dead and when you dead I'ma enjoy
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Haunting and taunting the microphone
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Reconstruct your brain and fuck up your chromosomes
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On my own since a toddler
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45 bullets swallower
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Footprints burn in the sand
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Cause all my shit be kickin'
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Just like Japan, chop off your hands
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Ya fall off you're done
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Who's number one with the bloody bullets
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From the gun, that shot the rapper down
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No more will he see the sun
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The U-N-H-O-L-Y, while the revolution, has begun
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And it will not be televised, bitch ass nigga
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666, bloody mic in my hand
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Rolex ain't worth no fucking 30 grand
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Half y'all niggas can't stand on your own two feet
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You ain't nothin' but a worm who needs to be 6 feet deep
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Water
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When I'm in Cleveland I be in the projects I be smokin' wet
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Seein' all types of shit things that my mind won't never forget
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And I am, sacrilegious
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And still block indigious
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My voodoo's just as true as Andy Palmer
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But I warned ya
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The day will come when niggas will fill this prophecy
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And if they ever do you might go crazy from what you see
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Make you wanna be blind
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Some say I see too much
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But I see straight through your mind
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You brain's so close I can touch it
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And the revolution, will not be televised for your punk ass
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You don't even know, you're stupid
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I shot a hole in my television set
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On the presidents announcement
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Cause little do he know,
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Aliens is plottin' on the government
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But the suicidal sick,
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Mother fucker still livin'
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Murder ride driven
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The dead has arisen
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The neighborhood's the prisons,
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Is anybody listenin'?
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Or is niggas just blowin' bubbles sittin' around whistlin'?
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Hello, bitch, is anybody in there?
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And women don't know they can change this shit
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But they so busy tryin' to shake their tits
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Money, in god we trust, lust and bustful
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But still don't trust no force
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Beware of the pale white force
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Knock your punk ass off course
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Of course, the revolution will not be televised
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For no punk ass nigga
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Yo, yo I said,
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The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
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It will not be televised
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The Rev.
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Esham |