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Hollograms |
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Chasin me - follow a visual mist |
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Imprint's a tiger fist, fly swift, attackin Kodak |
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So get your camera ready if you plan to catch a 'hollo- |
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-grammar' dope lyrical nut so suck and swallow |
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Borrow, a pencil and a sack of common sense |
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so you can take notes on how to flow dope and represent |
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Occupants in my space, bring it on, try to harm me |
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I grab a gun and start to unload like Finnish laundry |
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Terminology rips, like full clips through bullshit |
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Funk flips off the tongue, Ryu's on some pool shit |
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Bellyflops and whatnot, low audio sonar |
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Tractor beams pullin all dreams into the polar |
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Symetic solar systematically scramble thoughts |
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like eggs on Sunday morning, OJ and acid drops *drip drip drip* |
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Randomly rippin spots, spittin dope like freebasin |
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like an open invitation to come and kick it with Satan yo |
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"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" |
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I'll rip the mask off the body - settin it off, commencin surgery |
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Perjury's a crime, and now you must, pay the penalty |
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I inject a deadly poison that sucks calcium out your teeth |
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Dryin out your bones, killin the fake - indentity |
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I, come! out of my shell, breaks loose the truth |
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Exploiting chemical reaction making contact with the youth |
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You are now left in front of a million sides claimin the truth |
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Choose your destiny but beware being guided by the fools |
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Youth will be dropped in front of you, many of you got shook |
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Two-timed topped for Tommy Hil', gettin played by Captain Hook |
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Look behind the books, and see the red eyes of demon |
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like semen travellin lost, searchin for the egg |
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Givin birth to an indentity, no heart and no brain |
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Travellin through a maze but never passed the third grade |
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Rolled the dice get a seven, now you move to next phase |
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Pressure's gettin kinda thick as you fall, into a fade |
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Breakin out in sweat, but the water evaporates |
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Rubbin your eyes not believin, what I demonstrate |
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Visual effects as well as comprehensional soundwaves |
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Blinded by the fact that you are now official contract slaves |
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Seein the light, you may be able to escape the grave |
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but the dice are in your hand, I be that invisible man |
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Holdin back the Guardian Angel that's tryin to help you stand |
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As you collapse you roll a two, that sends you two steps back |
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Blood drips out the guillotine as mental slaves are whacked |
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The last words you ever hear would be the knowledge that you lack.. |
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"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" |
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"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" |
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"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" |
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"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" |
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"Making fools.. understand" (2X) |
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"You.. could never .. apprehend a hologram" |
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Yo, tap the bottle twist the cap, drink it down to the Main Source |
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So watch how many people "Fake the Funk" |
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Categorized in the majority of punks who can't avoid |
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the false bash you get trapped in a slump |
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A fool's paradise, rockin mics, livin large |
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Cruisin through illusions, now peep the mirage |
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Imaginin the plaque the made of platinum when he's rappin' |
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But he don't know the facts in the game, now what happened |
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Identify the master of fraud, the unknown confess |
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Hittin holograms shown watch the mirror reflect |
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the Style of Beyond seal of official respect |
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The one.. two.. mic.. check.. |
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The rhythm black hole, grapplin the souls of artificial |
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flows that decompose, cause it ain't really real |
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Reveal what's concealed, pop balloon headed egoes |
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Syringe deflates the mindstate below zero |
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Scales gettin tipped with overweight hot shit |
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Invisible em-bl-em shinin bright from my wrath |
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So open up the door and feel the blast |
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Cause too many rhyme, too many slide, too many pass |
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