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This is a new season with new rhymes for the same reason |
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The public needs it but without faith they won't believe it |
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We cursed since birth, imprisoned by these Earth demons |
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My verse is written in secret, then released in pieces |
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The sting of rejection, the sour sensation of perfection |
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It's connected to our spiritual ascension |
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Start with yourself, you are your only contender |
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The game of life has no winners, therefore we surrender |
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(Chorus: Canibus) |
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Write now! Write your thoughts down, now! Recite them out loud, now! |
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The bright light bleeds down through the dark clouds, now! |
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Right Now brothers, now! Right Now sisters, now! |
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Right Now people, now! Right Now Rippers! |
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(Canibus) |
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The rhyme is my religion, the rhythm is alive, listen |
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And bare witness, try to share my vision |
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My vision of my soul inside Sol, free the globe |
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Inside a globe with two poles, Ouroboros in my poems |
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Bestowed by a poet, what do you know and when did you know it? |
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Obey the law with its fundamentally flawed components |
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Omit this, admit this a myth 'til I spit |
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You forget how ill I get, the Ripper's 'bout to Rip, Right Now |
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Right Now |
