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Things Going Wrong


Hit 'em with a zebra tag, stay ahead and let 'em lag
And kill 'em with the beauty & the beat until they raise a white flag
No surrender for a band on a mission
Here to motivate and flip your bad brains to their proper position
I'm in a major movement not a minor threat
We encourage you to think cause it ain't illegal yet
Old soul, fresh spit. Bad break? Tough shit
Tell someone who cares cause we ain't buyin your wares
Eat shit, die hard. Come clean, get scarred
Cut me and I'll cut you back. Put you on the torture rack
Crack your chest open, eat your heart out like a little crab
Screamin as you steam inside my boilin heat
Enter whore of Babylon, drippin sex & wisdom
Swallow up your children with the son of Jesus sucklin at her teat
This masterpiece was incomplete until I found my voice
To speak for your advancement. Call me Dexter Dubois

Ain't no things [?] puts my mind on the wander
I can't stand what's going on long

Temple music blastin, city trippin with my books of magic
Cuttin snake's heads cause I'm after that venom
Children on the corner, they are leanin out for money
They will lean that way forever. Have you got no love to give them?
Sunset, cedar wood burnin in the dyin light
Flicker to the rhythm of the oncomin night
Blue moon risin over gotham as I stand alone
Pink clouds electrify the sky in my ocean home
I gotta say that this is definitely heaven
We have let you in just to hear the music from a paradise
Lost to the lust driven slaves of the capital
Here for your land and we'll trade you the flu
Carry our sick to your cell, never get well
Black death, baby, you can eat my plague
Crack pipes glowin under lamp lights, label me a
Street-corner preacher. This smells like apocalypse
Now and I'm lovin it. Swallow down your money clip
Pimpin, cause the store is out of dead meat and vegetables
Plus shiny trinkets for your earlobes and neck piece
So blow the horn, batten down your bitches and release the beast

Ain't no things [?] puts my mind on the wander
I can't stand what's going on long

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