| witness immortalize right before your eyes
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| Rise like water tides
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| Take flight, I’m off the rise
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| Late nights, you’re horrified
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| It’s Dr. Jeckyll/Mr. |
| Hyde
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| I spot you devils in disguise
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| I watch two ghettos with crystal guides
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| My ball sees all
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| I can see the demon that’s two feet tall
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| Taking off with the sparrows, blending in with the shadows and then you on the
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| walls, reaching for you with they claws
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| I’m the holographic universe
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| Brains are automatic, I shoot a verse
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| My pen aim toward the tablet, then I move like surf
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| Catch a wave, winglike when the pen is in stride
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| Never bump the machine
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| Two quarters I pay
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| Keep up, this is not a game
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| Manipulate part of your brain like Dr. Strange and Thanos
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| I’m Criss Angel becoming David Blaine
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| I’m David Copperfield of the macabre wheel
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| Gloves upon the pineal
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| The diamond seal
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| The mind’s a key, it turns chakra like a automobile
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| You’re in the seat of the soul, my drive is for real
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| Ta-da, I showed you something you never see with the mic and hearing is
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| believing
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| You telling you mind what to think
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| I’m the wizard of bars, *wink*
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| I’m a microphone master
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| Monuments of memories, murderous metaphors
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| Mind-bending mysteries
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| This is musical magma
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| Turning matter into magnets
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| Attract the most emcees, mirror the magnificent
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| To the magic, move closer to madness
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| Since Dorothy got swept up and met the professor
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| Mr. Marvel look through a marble, seeing the sorrow
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| Inner ante
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| Annie, are you ok? |
| Are you ok, Annie?
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| It looks like a thriller but the sun will come out tomorrow
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| Creator’s novel
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| The all great and powerful man from Oz
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| From the land of stars
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| Marching soldier cards and Winkie Guards
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| The cafe is called Pinky’s
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| The waiters are Clyde Inky and Blinky
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| They glide between the tables as the place is packed, man
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| They all turn blue when I eat a sugar pellet to charge
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| Out during summer, I order pasta, «I'll have some tea»
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| I stood up in your honor, tap the glass with a spoon
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| It’s Willy Wonka of the chakra factory
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| At your service, don’t be nervous
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| I’ll excite your eight cell electrical divine circuits like a circus
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| Always be about my purpose
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| I was crazy like Eddie, scary as a youngster
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| I called my girl a Lilian, and I’m hermetic monster
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| The quantum jumper
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| Mental adjuster
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| Remover of cluster
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| Demon hunter
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| Chief Thunder, the being conjurer
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| Outdoor cafe in summer
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| John Coltrane, Stevie Wonder
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| '70 B-movies, everything’s groovy
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| Moses run the kufi
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| Alhamdulillah
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| Or hallelujah
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| Mama se mama sa mama coo sa
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| LA or The Bay, I’m with real shooters
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| Don’t just do something, sit there
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| The Buddha
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| No questions to why and where, just here
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| Your own ruler
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| Blissfulness, fulfillment, blowing hookahs
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| Apple ginger kombucha in the cooler
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| Scripture in my medulla
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| The magician from Suma
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| All gather around, the same description of Judah
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| I stand in Greece and speak
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| I call Zeus, «come out of Olympus»
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| Go back to the pyramids, return to Kemet
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| Come, you were black in the beginning
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| Now call the rest of the gods
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| Come out of their religion
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| We are the true and living
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| Dancing algorithms
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| I’m in tune with my higher self
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| Let’s go over information
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| Small details of mediums at large
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| Rocking stones and seashells
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| Abyssinian black gods
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| Bone as old
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| Magnesium is in my idioms
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| The ingredient to my raps previous
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| No encyclopedias
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| I write millenniums
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| My mic’s titanium
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| Urania cinema
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| The minister
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| Ancient as the cylinders
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| I’m a runaway train through the subway lanes
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| Then above to the astral planes
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| Everything got wet from the rain
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| Even the snow capped to the crest of the range
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| Where it’s steep to the very peak
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| To the crack of dawn
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| A rap phenom
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| Firearm during quiet storms
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| The fight was strong all night long
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| To riot alarms
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| The mic in my palms is like seeing the future Viacom
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| From my neck hangs a psychic charm
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| You can hit the thumbnail or lift a dumbbell
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| I don’t care if you fit, it can zip junkmail
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| She rolls a blunt well and puff Ls
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| The hieroglyphic syllabary
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| Tigers fishes willow fairies
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| Mystery universities
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| The moon and Mercury
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| I did the Neptune burglary
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| Then fled into the Persian Sea with urgency
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| Occult of secret society practice of esoteric magic
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| Open the threshold latches
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| Robe of gold fabric
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| I redeem the scroll out of the Tibetan singing bowl near the stream that flows
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| Smooth as Kareem’s finger roll and the hair on Nat King Cole
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| A supreme glow
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| Only where dreams go
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| Beneath the purple, red, blue, orange and green bow
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| The immortal Captain Priest
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| Immortal Yah |