There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
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Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
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I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
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But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
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The cool kids were all rocking votes,
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I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [Booyea!]
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On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
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Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
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Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
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The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
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My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
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In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
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And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
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Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
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All for the sake of military recruitment.
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It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
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I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
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The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
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What would they die for? (repeat)
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Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
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An abominable colony of cyborgs?
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Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?
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That clever ad campaign ain't worth
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The time taken from minimum wage labor;
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I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
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She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
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What would she die for?
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
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Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
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Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
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Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
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It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
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The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
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It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
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All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
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Institution.
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Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
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If they could sell sanity in a bottle
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They'd be charging for compressed air,
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And marketing healthcare.
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They demonize welfare,
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Middle class eliminated,
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Rich get richer til the poor get educated.
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But some of y'all still haven¡¯t grown into your face,
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And your face doesn't quite match your head.
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And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
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You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
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Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
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Cause when push turns to shove
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You jump into your forefathers arms.
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He's a banker, you're part of the system,
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Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
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The briefcase (the freebase)
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The sickness (the symptom)
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When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
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The briefcase (the freebase)
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The sickness (the symptoms)
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When the cameras start rollin'...
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
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Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,
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Save the females from losing interest.
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And Miss Save The Universe,
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You're a damsel in distress,
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Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
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Generalize my disease,
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I need a taste of what it's like.
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Living off the fat of kings,
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I play the scab at your hunger strike.
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.
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One love, one life, one too many victims.
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Republicrat, Democran, one party system.
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Media goes in a frenzy,
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They're stripped of their credentials.
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Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
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Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
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When the music¡¯s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent¡¯s head hangin' on my wall.
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Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
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With some friendly fire, that¡¯s a funny term, like civil war.
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Six in the morning, police at my crib.
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Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
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The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
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New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
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Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.
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It fucks you up good, but its not that bad.
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They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.
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God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.
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Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
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Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
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It's the same who complain about the global war,
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But can't overt |