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carl syc - w.o.p.f (war on personal freedom) freestyle lyrics

[produced by carvin absolon and walter olifant]

[intro}

nelson mandela speech

[verse 1]
ahh, so much ink in my skin
with a message within
god forgive me for my sins
these preachers ain’t saying what it is
so i woke up with a message from a man with wings
cold sweats running through my cold flesh
a lot questions of cause it all made sense
the policy in politics is prophecy
product of this mans world sodomy
apologies if i’m an enemy to the economy
am i terrorist for k!lling poverty?
play the numbers n you might win the lottery
but theses numbers don’t add up wen they audit
the chances are 5% could change a few laws
to see the few succeeded
and the m-sses fall
that’s why i say i’m an out law
threats on my life
i’m the last m-ssager of christ
who’s gonna save us this time
now we back in egypt building these pyramids again?
i see through this whole slave system advertise, just to wet the appet-te
so u working day and night
just to see your taxes rise
they sacrifice us for thier enterprise
try expose sh-t you end up as a suicide

[verse 2]
see i could sale records
and sound reckless
or invest in myself n stay relevant
anrs trying to keep me hush with a settlement
but i’ll settle when i’m finished in this desolate
lead the m-ssacre n k!ll off the virus
or would you prefer i live off in silence?
see a piece offering is for the righteous
but i’m dealing with these devils
and they don’t want me alive
in the jungle any means to survive
to keep you sedated with such lies
see there’s enough wealth in the common wealth
but these greedy corps keep it to themselves
father, please give me the strength
i’m in the belly of the beast and it about to digest
i’m incompatible with rappers that think that they animals
cannibal,an appet-te seeking for an antelope
sick n i’m feeling for a fix on an antidote
the virus back fired into the white world
first em now white girls look at miley cyrus
oh well till you daughter do the same
n she only 15 what a shame
who’s to blame?

[outro]

for fame
for fortune n fame

- carl syc lyrics

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