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Cut It/match It



Dispatch - Cut It/match It - Текст песни

Cause ya cut it ya match it 
ya cut it ya match it 
you do the final cut yea 
Ya cut it ya match it 
ya cut it ya match it 
you do the final cut yea 

cause it's a manifest destiny like a genocide recipe 
telling lords that wrestle me to free my own race 
challenge your god and dominate all your palace
dont underestimate the fate of a preordained mass 

where are my boots and where the hell is the balance 
the hell you did come down from your palace 
to see a sharp suspicion a cocking of a gun 
oh come if you're gunna get some 

cause forty seconds later and the cocking of a gun 
a boy execution and his? special agent scum 
two officers pushed a boy down on his back 
searched through his pockets found a vile of crack yea

nothin can be done for this boy untainted 
its a typical mythical world we live in untaint me 
un-name me, un-maim me 
Cause if i go to the river i think im ready to go

There is a river where riverbed should be 
There is a river where riverbed should be

I'd like to jettison your medecine back to where you came from
you keep your bell and edison away from my grandson
stand son on your own bone dont forget the home that you came from
dont let em say your name wrong

Just like larry ill take it to the hoop
i do a false move and one fell swoop
and than i then i pass it to the trigger man
bow down to the sound if you still can

cause there's plenty of catcalls and plenty of misfalls 
and i can attest to the rest of the best falls
never have i ever made a match with a sickness
look both ways dispatch with a quickness 

gimmie some roy, gimmie some speed 
gather all around to the word and read on 
till you get to the parts that's righteous 
it's an unbearable likness

There is a river where riverbed should be 
There is a river where riverbed should be 

Cuase its the policy makers that make us or break us
you can be overtaken by the forsakers
im advertisin my soul for sale
its a dog eat dog even if the dog wags the tail
and we think too much, we feel to little
from shacks to tracks we're all caught in the middle
i know i know your tellin me to settle down 
you can fool me but you cant fool the whole town
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