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They don’t want us to know
They can’t hold us
No more
Who are they?
You don’t know
If he hollers let him go
From Toto to Toby
Kunta Kinte
No toes
Still he rose
We’re just too personified
You son of a twisted B!TCH
Get out the way
Let freedom ride
Four deep
No sleep
The moon is full
No room
Tough like a pachyderm
Dark skin like it’s burned
You're stepping wrong
On stepping stones
We are stepping strong
Die for where we belong
Checkout the pedigree
Delope on the enemy
Too much energy
Into me
