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Year of tha Boomerang
东方神起
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Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
All power to the people, 'cause tha boss's right to live is mine ta die
So I'm going out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
Yeah
Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you
Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
All power to the people, yeah yeah, tha boss' right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it (Uh!)
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you
You, you
You, you
You, you
You, you
Yeah!