(Incomplete, probably with lots of mishearings)

[ Mestizo ]

I found my paradise in pain

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It smells like America here

It feels like America here

What America could have been without the genocide and slavery

With these full handshakes and modern birds

No time for life, for all rockets or unconditional growth

A land full of honor and passing virtues

The smell of roasting pig's flesh and the freshest of air

From green horizons and indian summers

That's what dreams are made of

Fightin' the defenseless reachin' for the hands of God

Stare him right into the eyes, in the yard(?)

Said you never gon' achieve it if ya don't work hard

I'm in awe

Was swallowed by its jaws in the soft list

Never flippin' your switch

Structure the the locks on the doors

So I could sit the duke of all

Need this light to lead me through this hall

Everybody following their flaws and the laws

Chain reaction that's an unjust cause

Cross ejection from the back then snaps the axle

Can't believe the hand of God

Cast 'em over backwards on the bar

Detach it from the heart

Banish it from what is truly yours

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Trap 'em in a black hole star

So when I'm castin' out my rod

I'm catchin' me a shark

Needin' no applause

Feed it to the poor

Feed the fam till they belly is full at all costs

Fell into vernacular well enough

While they holdin' back sub par

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Something beautiful when the dusk fits the dawn

You should've, you could've, prove 'em all wrong

Convince 'em to the fullest, I kinda had it right all along

[ Doseone ]

Whether they rap, coke in the bag

Yellow they back, cut 'em in half

Feed 'em to cats, havin' a laugh

Pardon my rap, look at the facts

Shouldn'ta had spitted the flag

If you didn't want to die by tank

If you didn't want to do right thing

What heads said forget

Pitch direct to head

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Falling for that, moment of trap

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Havin' to have a thing like brave mislead you

Inadvertently eat you

On deserted street leave you

Get it leded beheaded for deaded

Let it bread it and spread it

A dollop of streetlight-bright

Cut 'em slice of bent life with a side of light

Doin' them devils right

In the spirit of clearin' out the gutters

I'm good at it, yes I will do what I should at it

Right here right now

Savage and all pall stall static

The odd are even and you're the one that's leavin'

And I only wanna open up my chromosome with poems (static)

We don't need it with my menace ego-eatin' ???

Aiming at your frame ninety-nine point (static)