[Lowkey]
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From West 10 to the West Bank,
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I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand,
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Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man,
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My art is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps,
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The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom,
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This is for everyone of Saddam's Kurdish murder victims,
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And all the pure souls that never had the chance to speak,
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Truth pumps in my arteries and causes my heart to beat,
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For soldiers haunted and tortured by guilty memories,
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Who realized too late to reveal their real enemy,
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It's all dead wrong
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For every victim of racist persecution from Auschwitz to Hebron,
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My words may sting cowards,
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For people that were atomized by the Thermate in the Twin Towers
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Those living through the wars,
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Ask me what I do this for,
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Put the world in its place before it put you in yours,
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[Chorus]
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[Rochelle Rose]
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What happens under darkness shall come to light,
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Can't silence us even though you try,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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[Rochelle Rose]
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Take our freedom, Can't take our pride,
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Come what may we will survive,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless,
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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[Immortal Technique]
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Keep my third eye hidden under my New York fitted,
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A crazy unmarried man that deserves to be committed,
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The future is encrypted in my troubled lyrics,
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Dream that I've been somewhere for weeks, then wake up in a couple minutes,
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Sweat dripping with visions of population control,
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Thoughts overflowing my world like the melting of the North Pole,
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My people are targeted by military crack committees,
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So I'm bucking at the feds like natives in Rapid City,
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Reality savage, my words are like a riot in Paris,
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The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social imbalance,
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So stand strong or sit harder in your mental palace,
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Blinded inside a Kingdom united to its old habits,
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But now, Middle Passage coming, War Chant, African drumming,
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Gatling gun humming,
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Rapid fire mechanism, reckless living,
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That checks the rhythm of perfectionism,
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Slave condition,
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While you're singing God save the system,
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[Chorus]
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[Rochelle Rose]
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What happens under darkness shall come to light,
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Can't silence us even though you try,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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[Rochelle Rose]
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Take our freedom, Can't take our pride,
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Come what may we will survive,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless,
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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[Lowkey]
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Detain my body, but you can't imprison my mind,
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If it's my time I'll probably die with my fist in the sky,
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These are the thoughts of a man who can't escape from his coma,
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Cries of a young virgin girl who got raped by them soldiers,
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[Immortal Technique]
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Birthing a screaming bastard, post colonial nation,
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Subject to childhood diseases, famine, war and inflation,
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Education molded you into your masters image,
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And you forgot who the f*ck you were before the war was finished
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[Lowkey]
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You're hearing the ghosts of Nagasaki, you're hearing Hiroshima,
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Beautiful babies being born with the weirdest features,
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You might never see me in the charts,
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But Inshallah my seed can see peace in Iraq,
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[Immortal Technique]
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But peace and freedom can never be given,
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That's historically forbidden, cause only collision is the recipe,
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Changing the course of destiny, so I'm strapped with weaponry,
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[Lowkey & Immortal Technique]
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a¢æ?Cause the government don't give a f*ck about protecting me.
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[Chorus]
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[Rochelle Rose]
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What happens under darkness shall come to light,
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Can't silence us even though you try,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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[Rochelle Rose]
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Take our freedom, can't take our pride,
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Come what may we will survive,
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[Lowkey]
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You can try to avoid us but it's pointless,
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You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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Voices Of The Voice |