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You got me forced to crack
my lids in two
I still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
leads the blind
I just another gear in the assembly
line - oh no
The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain at the end of my rope ause
I won be the one left behind
Can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain even close
There no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
ause I history
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I rather tear this thorn
from my side
I won be the one left behind
You can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
They sw*llowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They sw*llowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
I won be the one left behind
You can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can be king of the world
If youe slave to the grind
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind