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Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere |
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Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers |
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Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years |
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Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here |
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Born to death, born to die |
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Form the flesh, form the eyes |
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A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies |
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Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives |
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In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies |
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Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh |
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Farthest standing, I was landing |
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Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem |
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He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms |
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And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe |
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Gotta talent traffic and ramblings |
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And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth |
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Out the back of the wagon |
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Out the back of the madam |
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Out the back of the Magnum |
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Then out the trap of enchantment |
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with a megaphone, megaman |
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Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on) |
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That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not |
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Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles |
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Cripples with raw missles a lot |
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The old hoes that they won't give you a shot |
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But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot |
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These are real words from a savage mind |
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Unmaximized man on an average climb |
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Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time |
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Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line |
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In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme |
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We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs |
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Just yields and rail roads |
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In lush fields with bell tolls |
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Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told |
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It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls |
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And he got em' by the dozen |
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Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven |
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Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin |
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He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in |
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Such an unsettling scene |
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An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings |
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The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens |
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The architecture is something you've never seen |
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Dream clean |
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That's three words at the same time |
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They killed three bird with the same |
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And one each in every hand with the same bluffing |
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Answers each and every man with the same question |
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What is it? |
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But you still wanna know but I already done did it |
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I ball heavy, the physics, it's all |
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But it's already specific |
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If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific |
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That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that |
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As an extra exhibit to what's already within it |
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The gallery's like the wall space |
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So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space |
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If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law |
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From the land of the po' where we war Saw |
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From the hand of a pro to whore jaw |
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Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw |
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Went from paper boy to editor |
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From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer |
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On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers |
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One of several sects who can come and charm the predators |
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We who measure the measuring tools of measurers |
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We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers |
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We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers |
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We who question the cherished rules of leveragers |
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Born to death, born to die |
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Mourn correct immortalized |
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In a war, where your performance score is your salary |
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It's like fantasies combatting your mortality |
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I'm just trying to restore sanities |
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Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity |
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To instill what kills krill destroys manitee |
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So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories |
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What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees |
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Never just trust off guts, but what's actually |
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Unless it's quatos |
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Now, we back to pillars of salt |
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I recall back peeling potatoes |
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In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes |
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A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads |
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Now, that's another strata but I was making sense |
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Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips |
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A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks |
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Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6 |
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This rehabilitation, I be taking trips |
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"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent |
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Hardly, but I'm still Harvey |
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I hope this making sense |
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Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff |
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In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs |
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To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving |
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A stomach for taking whips |
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I'm just trying to redeem |
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With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean |
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To unify the hooks |
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If you know it, then come and sing |
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Don't bust in while I'm sleep |
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Nightmares becoming dreams |
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Samurais rarely die from another sword |
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This is 1985 meets the hover board |
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That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore |
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Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards |
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Dip teeth, so now the painting's plural |
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But this is Jr's Mural |
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