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    Feel the music
    Son, we got you programmed like a beat
    When I press snare, Yo, guard your grill
    Press kick, you move your feet
    You can't compete
    Got my hydrants parked on every street
    I'm federal, NGH
    Son of Sun
    Come close and feel the heat

    I am the streets
    The white lines only seperate me from me
    You hydroplane in false god's name and still crash into me
    Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail into the sea
    They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me

    Here's the key
    DNA encoded in a beat
    White rocks in a vial, NGH, ain't got nuthin on me
    BCH I'm free
    Ask these editors at MTV
    Far as they know they're publishing some new school poetry
    Let it be
    'Cause even that will do to turn the key
    Doorways into the other worlds
    The truth shall set you free

    You are me
    I am you
    But also I am he
    Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets

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    Feel the beat
    Nod your head
    Lean back
    Yo, touch your feet
    Let me see you pop that thang right there, girl, in your seat
    Feal the heat
    Count this page amongst your whitest sheets
    Comfort in my every word
    Slide under
    Countless sheep

    Hail Mary, Mother of God
    Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
    NGHs learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
    Staff of Moses
    Pharaoh knows it
    Son, my word is my bond

    Tune my heart with my mind
    Speak my nature
    Divine
    Called this shit into existence back in '79
    With the future in my pocket
    Tightly gripped like a nine
    Keep my finger on the trigger
    Waitin for the right time

    Ancient NGHs align!
    Path of cosmic design
    Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's ring don't need no diamonds to shine
    Yes, the reason for the season
    Ornamented, divine
    Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky
    Keep your head up
    We present the real, my NGH
    Dead up
    Book of the Dead
    History bled
    This NGH fed up
    Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they won't let up until they got up worshipping them false gods instead of the realness

    God of the streets
    My NGHs feel this
    We nod our heads and worship through beats
    Go 'head and kneel
    It's the love that makes the cipher complete
    And it's displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat

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    Composición: Nine Inch Nails, Saul, Beck Thavius Ajabu y Owens Ikey

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