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Click.
Bang.
Here we go
The Vigilante has arrived
so we start the show
Roll out the red carpet
Cut the red tape
Cause the funk is defined
by the lines we break
The beats are alive
The vibe is real
So stand up and tell me now
How do you feel?
Sitting on top of the world, yeah we own it
Take a minute just to live in the moment
Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free but you got to believe it now
Hell yeah, freedom, hell yeah.
Ghosty Boy
Said I'm a mean machine
I got the funk style like you can't believe
I break the beat down and bring the sweet sound with ease
Bounce like a trampoline
When you hear these rhythms and feel the vibe
My rhymes are toxic like cyanide
I talk sick shit,
my wick is lit to pop
like a stick of dynamite
Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free you just got to believe it now
Let me hear you say....
Hell yeah, freedom. Hell yeah.
Click.
Bang.
Here we go
The Vigilante has arrived
so we start the show
Roll out the red carpet
Cut the red tape
Cause the funk is defined
by the lines we break
The beats are alive
The vibe is real
So stand up and tell me now
How do you feel?
Sitting on top of the world, yeah we own it
Take a minute just to live in the moment
Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free but you got to believe it now
Hell yeah, freedom, hell yeah.
Ghosty Boy
Said I'm a mean machine
I got the funk style like you can't believe
I break the beat down and bring the sweet sound with ease
Bounce like a trampoline
When you hear these rhythms and feel the vibe
My rhymes are toxic like cyanide
I talk sick shit,
my wick is lit to pop
like a stick of dynamite
Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free you just got to believe it now
Let me hear you say....
Hell yeah, freedom. Hell yeah.
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Album: Civil Disobedience