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Intro: |
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Zion I crew. Amp Live, DJ KG, Zion. We're love and peace |
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(Verse 1) |
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The metaphorical, mathematical word science |
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Lyrical compounds react plus minus |
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Earth's finest, I represented on Venus |
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Girl gotta be pregnant so now she got my fears |
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Good God Jesus |
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Let me lace up my Adidas |
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My crew spread like AIDS you just can't see us |
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Subterranean, memories keep on fadin' in |
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Of when I was a king in Mediterranean |
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Landscapes greet time for ? |
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And chill while rain drops splatter on glass lakes |
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Reactions powerful poetic fraction |
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Let's grip and leave trails like acid trips |
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I diagnose |
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If you need a larger dose |
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Flows that pharaoh knows will leave you comatose |
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Like Nesa, the pyramid rhyme pleaser |
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I verbalize with the wild type demeanor |
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And speak wit |
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Archaic souls of the O |
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Times when our minds use to shine beautiful |
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(Hook) |
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It's like begin, world spin, then |
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You fly we fly in |
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Time is comin' |
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Ill I still will chill feels |
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Like blessin' |
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Rockin' not top charts hip hop plots |
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Tick tock clock domes stop |
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I still will chill feel |
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I just need some elevation (echo) |
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(Verse 2) |
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Yo, yo bust it |
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The spirit warrior I creep up in your mind corridor |
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And tell my name leave your stain in euphoria |
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Type color brothers cloaked in camouflages |
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I'm rugged and tough like them old school Dodgers |
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With the meaning like Masonic lodges |
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And even though we divine remain monstrous |
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So who your God is |
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Yo I'm just an artist |
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Walk with a torch navigate though the forests |
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Lookin' for sanctuary the legendary |
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The tree of life I'm my only adversary |
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And who we friend is a pen I begin |
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Creatin' conversation no time to play pretend |
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? most high we all gotta die |
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I'll take the higher path cause it's only I-N-I |
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Though money's like tryin' to fly without a sky |
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It makes me ask the question what's the reason why? |
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Hook |
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Need some more elevation. I need some elevation. Give me elevation. |
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(Verse 3) |
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I always plan to win, when I enter into something |
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The Zion I crew keep your spirit jumpin' |
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The mic is plugged in turn table set |
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Commence to bombin' like a Vietnam vet |
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My dialect is set to erect |
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Palace |
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When I can sip upon a chalice |
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And reminisce upon the sweetness of this |
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Experience my inner world total bliss |
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I will image a realm without the dragon (say what?) |
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I be designed to keep your dream laggin' |
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And deferred |
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My word is heard |
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To consume the room like clouds of herb |
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We bless your chest with the ill introspection |
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And manifest use your spirit as a weapon |
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Hook |