| Uh oh, yo 4th what’s the deal?
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| Yo Amir, this is what we got to do right now?
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| The Golden Deer Priest, the Eight Deer Ocelot Claw
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| 4th, we got to go in again? |
| Aight, let’s go, yo
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| Anunnakis with animal bodies scanning safari
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| Shape-shift, land of Mugabe, that’s where the god be
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| With my Sumerian colleagues, lighters, cameras in lobbies
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| I’m channelling Gandhi, killers with hammers and party
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| The Technology Lord fights with a Mechanical Army
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| It’s the writer on the clay tablets, grave of the abbots
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| Pray through the Sabbath, God word splays at the dragon
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| His captain and his cabin
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| Engineer the beast gears with Satan mechanics
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| Pagans invaded our campus, nation implanted
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| The blood in my veins is true blue, blood in my wings is from Nibiru
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| The blood of a king, celestial beings, the Essenes, now who you?
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| Yo God
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| Matter of fact, what’s today’s mathematics?
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| Listen God, hold up
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| I’m the remnant of God descendants, star defender
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| The kindreds of all existence, start remember
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| Divine fist of the North Dipper
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| Secrets to challenge your chakras for my lost niggas
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| Or aka Walter Killah or meet my fist of the blue sky
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| The Wu cry (Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!) Zu
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| Now my Zu-Tribe, sacred fist of the Southern Star
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| God governs my bars, my style is above and beyond
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| The Dogon lift up the Trilithon
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| The Poem-Killah had formed, the Rap Christ lay on pillars of thorns
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| The 8 Deer Ocelot Claw, prophet on walls
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| Great as the Lord, great is his name
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| Swinging sword at cyborgs and robots
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| And y’all go watch wind-up toys, ya niggas get your throat chopped
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| Yeah, you know what I mean?..
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| The Psychic World, the Golden Deer, the Great Silent
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| Told y’all, Priest, told y’all, I’m out of here |