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Celph Titled: |
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Haunted by the opticals, exhibiting the man within myself |
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Parallel vision with no mirror in my possession |
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Seek help in this digression, consciously aware |
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A piece of human kind specifically designed for serving Jehovah |
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The hope for peace is over |
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The future correlates to actions executing themselves |
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Presently to the third degree |
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To the maximum, the year 1 comma 9-9-8 |
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Nuclear buttons are controlling my fate |
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Hallucinate myself behind bars, there's nothing I can do |
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Watch my brother self-destruct, affected with eternal flu |
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Technology advances advanced into potential danger |
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Government officials soon seek employment at the 18th hanger |
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Question the theory that one person makes a change |
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Stand up for your beliefs or all perceptions stay the same |
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From now until then, most people play the back seat |
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In this atmospherical taxi without paying fee |
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The problems persistent, misguided by the plush existence |
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Look at my hands, I realize just exactly who I am |
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Cause it was always here, when will it ever go away |
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The answer to that question comes with judgment day |
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Vex: |
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My voice travels miles from the middle east of Florida |
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Toward the vital information through your corridor |
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The New World Order the ill plot to lock blocks |
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Watch the poor on they monitors resort to selling rocks |
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Society's the pyramid on the back of the dollar |
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Minorities the bottom rung, the middle rung is the scholars |
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Moving up in the degrees in masonic fraternities |
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Like the order Louis representing the beast |
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Infantries infiltrating they every wicked move |
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With recognizant tactics that be locking the groove |
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A record, so you can check it, respect it and know the truth |
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Babylon's a war, I fight this war with proof |
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For black youth who ain't free but just emancipated |
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Like fifty percent of brothers in DC incarcerated |
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Still, we can be faded, that's what America's so jaded |
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Change the whole frame of the game and how they played it |
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But we get assassinated by press like OJ |
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But when Clinton page whores and wage wars, it's ok |
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I break these lines of defense like sports and take no shorts |
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When I'm out in the streets or approaching the bench in circuit courts |
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My battles are fought, the narrow path is sought |
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Yo, my soldiers bring the wrath of God and can't be bought |
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If you brought the KKK and the pope, you couldn't enslave the voice |
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That collapsed the matron to an enclave |
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I dropped a jewel and save a pearl from the swine |
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Corrupt they minds, keeping this jam shining in the nines |
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Powerless cause power refines, you gained spine catch a house arrest anklet |
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Tracked by GPS, information and location beamed to satellites |
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You thought you could dead it yo, but you can't battle right, take my advice |
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Or wise up on your mission, hot metal can't change the ghetto's critical condition |
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If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition |
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Realize what you do and start to make the right decision |
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If you're seeking trouble, time to change your position |
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Our generation can't survive in critical conditions |
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Dutchmassive: |
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The organic cyborg deport from a tape deck |
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Dastardly fall off glass mirror with no concept |
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Ironic, I was created from Chernobyl's project |
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Outcast into the shadows, a city without logic |
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Peeking out sewer drains, I learned from society |
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So half humanoids is mutant plus they rioting |
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Vital information journalists remain silent |
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Saturday morning cartoons consist of sins and acts of violence |
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Now I'm violent, bringing up violent attack mode |
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I have cloned human vortex to avoid a barcode |
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Conditions for the future are decided through the present |
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Indefinite, through genetics, I was raised to be intrepid |
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Forget utopia, junk planet is my reality |
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I used to dream about life as a peaceful art gallery |
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Top secret ways of living, citizens controlled by hard drive |
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Lives covered by government to androids with snake eyes |
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Majik Most: |
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I walk the earth in contemplation |
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While man fall victim to self-inflicted mutations |
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I'm saddened by the never ending cycle of wickedness and ignorance |
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The nation stays unconscious, I call upon the savior |
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Falling into God's arms is critical to explore your spiritual |
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Side if you collide with this final judgment day |
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Past the next millennium, material objects become like dust in the wind |
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See, you trapped in a fantasy, unaware your body is temporary |
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A housing for the soul control your destiny through righteous steps know yourself |
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The future now unfaded, never definite |
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It lies in the palms of this next generation but will it be infected with the same rotation |
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Of evil actions, society is full of sin and stagnant |
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I fight against the system and pass on the wisdom |
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You can't disrupt these sevens the mind stays divine forever placed among the heavens |