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Toki Wright
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State Of Emergency
(Hey. What goes up, must come down)*
([George Bush：]I can assure you ladies and gentlemen, the cause of freedom is in good hands.)
Who set the standards of what is right, what is wrong?
What is night? What is morn?
Missed the calm before the storm
Back in Vietnam when he lost his arm
Held on to his charm
Praying for the day he'd move into the dawn
The truth is he can't handle it
He can't dismantle it
System that'll trick him
Systematically becomes a victim
So he flick 'em
Ha ha ha stick 'em
Stick 'em up stickin' to them guns
Start runnin' them funds
His disability was twofold
Now he's too old
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Caught out in the cold
Tryna pawn the shit he stole
Scolded by the same law that he fought for
Stuck inside a city's wall
Where anything can pop off
Be all that you can be
Get a degree
But never said you'd be an amputee
Land of the free
Home of the blame game
World economic mainframe
Unified force, gang bang, same thing
Chain hang, low to the floor
Shinnin' in the light
On the prison bus labeled
Who's ready to bite?
The end justice is just us
Dumbstruck
[?]won a second term
Dumbfuck, dumb luck
Cheaters never win unless you're president
You appoint a cabinet that exists
Long after establishment
So we play the race card in the face off
Hardly pass the state bar
More intrigued by souping up the race cause
State troopers chase call
Back up if you backed up
Been fallin' way behind let's pull the slack up
Went and bought a sack chapped to crack up
Put it on the block
We put ourselves upon the auction block
You wanna buy? You wanna watch?
Lookin' at the clock, times up
My rhymes up
If you got somethin' to say why front 'cause
[Chorus: x4]
We are in a state of emergency
Classic clash of the masters with masters
From questionable tactics
And questions with little answers
Across this canvas
I'm draggin' this dagger to cut frames
Like bogus breakin' news on Fox's cameras
I'm standing for basic living standards
I still get harassed at my shows
Though I got my land in
We planned this
Rollin' by in paddy wagons
The black night is shinnin' o'er
But came to slay the devil's dragons
We locked in dungeons
Where smells are pungent
With the odors and orders
From borders misfortunate predicament
So I'm using every single instrument
As I'm a also let you know
This shit's ridiculous
In Minnesota, we less than 10% the population
But guess how many of us locked in cages
I'm waitin' over 70%, let me vent
Taxed and dollars spent, got me bent
American's I'll be your pimp in present tense
And look, we can go and fight these wars in other countries
But what happens when the terror is amongst me?
Officer don't touch me
I know my rights
Respect me, I'll respect you
But you shoot me and what the papers say?
What I didn't do is pitiful
It's a classic case of class and race
And I came to agitate the magistrate and the candidates
Just tryna get in office
The thing you need to do is get 'em off us
'Cause everybody bleeds and sees a coffin
It just seems morbid
Now that Bush controls the forces
But even when Bush wasn't
They would still push on the button
And even when Bush isn't
They will still be in your business
Held under the water by the throat
A tide of crimson
Increase the troops upon the battlefield
Who made decisions?
The Da Vinci code
Cold world war
Sinners new religion
[Chorus: x4]
We are in a state of emergency
(That's the kind of situation we're facing.
Inboxes with out patients. World without medication [?]
Until we vacate the nation.)
State of emergency, state of emergency.
(Saddest day is made okay, with the em hmm hmm and the em hmm hmm.)
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