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It's been a long time coming.. |
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Days, days are turning to nights now |
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They said... they said I'd be okay |
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But when I hear those church bells ringing |
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I begin to pray for today might be my dying day |
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The great mind, surpass space and time |
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Seven plains of energy, interlace combine |
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Five conscious stages, stand up courageous |
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Change your plurality, seek mental clarity |
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Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it |
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Build on today's mathematic ballistics |
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I walk with the utmost honorable respect |
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It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck |
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This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip |
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Nope, you get your face all over the bicep |
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Go out the closet, you slimey sausage |
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Six degrees of luxury, with no deposit |
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They said a friend be sub blanked, a plane be sub tanked |
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A gat be sub shanked, look, I just hit jackpot |
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A hundred mil to the bank |
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The continent splitter, the dominant figure |
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The mathematician who calculated God from nigga |
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The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga |
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My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga |
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Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime |
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Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine |
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Nine conquer bonds and nine wives, nine lives |
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Nine grands sit on my side, we carry nine knives |
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Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man |
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Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang Clan |
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I answer many questions of life, without asking |
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Breath in the stench of death, without gasping |
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Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing |
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I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in |
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And go through the river of life, I stay floating |
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Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting |
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I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation |
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I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation |
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Every rebel's creation, every thought has been ovation |
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One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation |
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Attract a generation, who's built with elimination |
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Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss |
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We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness |
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Keeping our promises, master our circumference |
