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"I Am Legend" (2007)

“All things are subject to interpretation (and) whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Alaska question, it’s for all Caucasians and Africans
Would you rather live in the Big Apple or Minneapolis?
You Nevada choice; in MySpace I’m the size of Jupiter
Truth can hurt; even Google Earth can’t find Universe
Washing-ton’s of dirt off the many-germs in Germany
I could take a huger leak than the state of New Orleans
You run of the Mil-waukee, I’m a perfect Ten-nessee
Say adios to audios, everyone heard this Texas heat
But you still a little Chile so Ukraine ya neck to peek
Sacramento? My sack a Mentos; refresh the screen
List a Continent’s contents on any map that you see…
And whether you elevated or depressed, that’s a relief
You a Virgin-ya geek; I’d put you out of ya ‘Missouri’
But everyone deserves a little Latitude, to a degree
Iowa debt to My-ami; he paid but Egypt me off
Now I’m too Madagascar, blame oil’s ascending costs
I can’t watch Yukon the rest, so Iraq my brain fast
You wanted to Bangkok so you just had to Baghdad
You lack direction, North, South, East, and West
You always gotta cum-piss like before and after sex
To keep Green at Bay, Raleigh in Carolina, I guess
You can’t take a Toke-yo, so who you China impress?
That Air-a-zona kid out; the Green-land’s you in jail
Fuck cess, line up some blow… all I need Israel’s
They Dublin the sales, but you tell me who’s wealthy?
There’s no stopping cold Turkey, we need a New Delhi
Ate all the organ’s in Oregon, and you stay for lunch
So I can’t be as Hungary as you, Norway as much
Kenya keep up? I know Rome and Russia are clichéd
But this is not State of the Art, this is Art of the State
I’m Montana, Scarface; you Bossed-into a scene bro
You’re from the hood but can’t get Compton a casino
Europe a few chips, then you take a ‘loss’ in Vegas
Vague-is-Pacific enough, I don’t got to Artic-ulate it
Got to the Arc-and-saw nothing, never met with Noah
Diss Pensacola like vending machines, dispense-a-cola
Then I Tampa with evidence so the cops stay busy
And just by living in Utah… you insult Lake City
Guess that’s the Maine reason you up in the air again
I’ll bring you down to Earth, you Landover Maryland
I got buff in Buffalo, my one punch Florida kid
I’m the bully after school, it’s 3:10 and Yu-ma’ bitch
Losing lets them off the hook, but a Win-a-peg foes
Lost our bearings like Firestone, we need to coordinate bro
But ya Mumbai’s your clothes, so guess I was wrong
You still have a clip on tie cuz you can’t Taiwan on
So go get a New Jersey from the city of Hoboken
And if Singapore rain, this must be the Indian Ocean
Or Ja-maican albums like Jeffrey Atkins in session
Fuck Columbus, this Earth is simply flat and pathetic
So like Will Smith’s film, you can either try to end it…
Or put your name on the map…

… and say I Am Legend.