| scarab and seraphim, zeta pleidian
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| aquarian cherub shooting arrows at your cranium
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| subterranean hollow earth astro turf
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| unfinished cathedral yo i’m building a new church
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| from the sky to the dirt, wearing a white shirt
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| hold still for a second yo it might hurt
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| but its gonna hurt me more than it hurts you
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| the karmic results of boundless virtue
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| little boy blue, blue lunar night
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| telephone poles, go fly a kite
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| lightning striking twice at the speed of light
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| and the splice up the syllable like the seed of life
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| read it twice maybe twenty three times
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| in the dream time yo when the sun rewinds
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| from behind the shadows word is born
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| tabernac fractal the yukon dawn
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| on the cover of a magazine you wont see my fat face
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| cause i aint bout to pay for no adspace
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| i’m goin back like a fat lace
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| forget the mouse trap and the rat race
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| you’re not a great man unless you get murdered
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| and really there aint no other way that i can word it
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| feel it, think it, say and record it
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| go retarded, knockin the world outta orbit
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| wheel of fortune, the nail in the coffin
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| a whale and a dolphin, inhaling and coughin
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| you will know me by the trail of the dead
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| in the age of lead i paint the town red
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| with a crown on my head, worship the moon
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| i-man cant be trapped by i-tune
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| i flow just like a thousand chalices
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| pythagorus shine aurora borealis
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| an ice palace shattered in a thousand pieces
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| i’m so cold that the fucking sound freezes
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| i’ll make you famous PL playaz
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| my whole gang are wolfs like amadeus
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| hot potatos and i got a crooked grin
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| chop you up and turn you into poutine
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| its a good look with the pen, a zen master
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| emcees couldnt see me with the lens crafter
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| swinging from the rafters, on a chandelier
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| cause i’m the main factor so get your head gear
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| when i appear through the smoke and outta the ashes
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| doin it backwards from guelph to natchez
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| dialect strictly electromagnets
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| twiz thrizzy baby and i’m gettin my practice
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| tactic spastic drastic classic rap shit
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| snap back fast like elastic flashback
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| i’m just happy to be breathin
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| and i dont get mad i get even |