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Rhythmatic, automatic, remote control, let go of my soul
Hey, let me go, go to a space where you devils can't go
If mama say it is so, I know that it is so
It is said, ill mind music, something for the head
Peace to all the peoples who is dying or is dead
From the bombs bursting over their head
Sads me how we just can't move ahead
Get along and break some bread
From the Irish to the knotty dreads
All hues let's fuse together
Through all these earthquakes and all this bad weather
War ain't no better, so I believe it's best that we get it together
Or forever stay separated when we're related naturally by that God
That concept, it ain't that hard to comprehend
Open up and let God in
New beginnings, now you're winning, you're a winner
Listen to your inner eye rising high
Sounding like a thousand mamas when they cry
Feeling like a thousand angels just flew by
My oh my, heaven must have been closer than I was told
By some old dudes who stay holding on to some old rules
Rude and unruly, truly tacky, bully tactics
Each line rewind, each line of each rhyme
Keep crying 'til this message ain't lying
You lose me like a loose hooker
She's not a good looker, you never should have took her
Now take it back, but be careful
It might fight, bite, scratch, and attack
Like people who rap wack, sounding so silly
Rapping hillbilly, will he ever come around?
Wake the F up and put that mic down
Sad face clown, you just lost your crown
And all your family jewels for not playing by the rules
Turn around and that's where you'll find me
Watching over everything like the gods do
That's what's happening, you heard what I said
Ill mind music got something for the head
That can help you get ahead
Mama didn't raise no turkey so you pilgrims can't hurt me
Worthy with this way out and they never had to sell out
No, not I, this is God's music and I dare y'all to try
And test the God, that job will be way, way, way too hard
Bully tactics
Bully tactics