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No Justice The Toast

Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for

Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for me to care

bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust Just us for the justice

're Alone in this world We learned to see all the corruption and All its hate, all its pain, so A toast to the end of our innocence A toast to our blank

feigning new Identities So they wait there at the embassies... Labor takes a fall (impending ascension) The white house seems appalled at the disgrace They toast

've done my time Now I'm due out - They do ... divine I'm trying to make the connection If all this were fair - and justice true I'd drink a toast -

dead disciples He claimed to be the son of God But like many a fruitcake before him Maybe he really was And meanwhile a black Maria Leaves the hallowed halls of justice

am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El P, vastly crapaphobic 3 2 1 Contact, never no more that's the promise You hold toast

m where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes man A broke man, approachin' the bench with intent To bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence