The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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Off comes the blindfold, fools cop diamonds and buy gold
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While wise old elders try to tell us that my soul
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Is lost in the Matrix, a box, a cube
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You watch the tube and eat up all their toxic food
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Now the chemicals are blocked from the pineal gland
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For the first time I understand Ezekiel’s plan
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That the sanctum sanctorum of the most divine
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Is the body and the stairway to heaven is your spine
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As above, so below, fuck waitin' on a sign
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The key to heaven’s gate is in the mind
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God bless the blind; |
let the light shine, step from the darkness
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And follow in the Father through Solomon’s arches
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The wars over religion show that humans are horrible
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The bible’s allegorical… not historical
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Mortals never get it so they try to control
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Free will, free speech and even each other’s soul
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Stroll through the temples of the monks and the rabbis
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The medicine men, the metaphysical Medjays
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The bodies get baptized, the wise get chastised
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You taught you should pass by thoughts of your past lives
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son
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You can’t define what’s direct from the east
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I don’t control the economy, mess with animal sodomy
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I don’t know Illuminati but I’ll show you geometry
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The Pythagoras of rap, son of music and math
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You know the myth but let’s try to decipher the facts
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I’m from a league of gentlemen, Amadeus to Duke Ellington
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Ty Cobb, Louis Armstrong and Thomas Edison
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Policemen and veterans even without a weapon
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I’ll cover 'cause every brother keeps a .357
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So when we go undercover, ain’t no witchcraft and devil shit
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It’s how we greet each other on the five points of fellowship
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The pillars of Noah inscribed with the sciences
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The eye of Jehovah watches over me like a lioness
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The square that reminds me to square my actions
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And the compass that’ll help me circumscribe my passions
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I’m attracted to the light like a moth in the dead of night
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But internet conspiracy theories hoggin' the megabytes
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I pay 'em no mind, I rep it with pride
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They ain’t concerned with the truth it’s not as sexy as the lies
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'Til the day that I die, but yo I already did
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I never felt so alive 'til they gave me the true grip
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Peace to four-letter, three-letter, P.H.A's
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It’s York Rite, Scottish rite and the DeMolay’s
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O.E.S., yes can’t forget the brothers before me
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Shoulder to shoulder I stand with you all in the quarry
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son, the wickedest one
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The widow’s son
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You can’t define what’s direct from the east
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Wickedest one
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I have the power!
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Wickedest one
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I have the power!
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Wickedest one
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«This is the most beautiful day of your life. |
Of your own free will you decided
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to undergo the initiation that other heroes have passed. |
Your sacrifice
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completes my sanctuary. |
This is the holy book. |
Learn to believe in me.» |