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Dead Cell

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Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti social
Plug em in and then turn it on
Process the data make yourself da bomb
What is your target
What is your reason
Do you have emotions
Is your heart freezing
Seizin this opportunity to speak
Ya didn’t say nuttin but turn your fuckin cheek

Dead cell
Dead cell

Sick in the head
Livin but dead
Hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah nutty warrior
Nuthin’s scarier
Kids are gettin sick like malaria
Situation gets hairier
I’m throwing up all types of barriers
I’m tellin ya
The kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cell shout

Dead cell
Dead cell

Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti social
Plug em in and then turn them on
Process the data make yourself da bomb
No soul
No control
Cut from the mold of the anti social
Plug em in and then turn them on
Process the data make yourself da bomb

Stop pointing fingers cause we all are guilty
Of clean cut lies and the truth that’s filthy
Believer is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it’s cut into thirds
I don’t believe what my eyes behold
No
I don’t believe what my ears are told
No
Seizin this opportunity to speak
I’m saying something don’t turn your fuckin cheek

Dead cell
Dead cell

Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data make yourself da bomb
No soul
No control
Dead cell
Cut from the mold of the anti social
Dead cell
Plug them in and then turn them on
Dead cell
Process the data make yourself da bomb
Dead cell

Dead
Cell
Dead
Cell

Dead cell
Dead cell

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