| Uh huh
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| (It's like a new… place in space)
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| It’s like…
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| I stand amidst the pits and glitz of geometry
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| Symbolism livin within the rhythm on the streets
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| Jungles of concrete, where the people be walkin asleep
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| Consume, talkin to eat the fumes of Babylon
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| While I travel on to the land of Avalon
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| To learn what I haven’t known
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| Apprenticeships from avatars
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| Avidly advocating the avant garde
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| I have been scarred, and had my memory jarred
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| To get me to remember who the fuck we are
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| Return from whence you came, yes the essence
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| The source, the energy, the bliss, the blessings
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| The mission, the message
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| The vision, the vestage
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| Of a new religion is etched in
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| The way that I get down
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| The way that this shit sound
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| As the world goes round and round
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| I expand and expound upon my earth-bound
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| Experience, when I looked in my book and found a poem
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| Now I’m knowin my forum of expression
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| To make an impression and keep growin
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| My intuition guided me
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| To a new religion inside of me
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| And you can hear it in my flow when I ride the beat
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| It’s like that!
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| This music mission guided me
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| To a new religion inside of me
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| And you can hear it in my style cause I’m quite unique
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| My guiding light shone bright through the fight
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| Pulled me to the right and said stay here
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| You can rest and lay here
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| I’ll be around down people
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| Have a little faith in yourselves, don’t practice evil
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| My, church and steeples stand high behind my eyes
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| I’m housing a place to preach
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| With each thought, the devil dies
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| Wait there is no devil I’m a rebel
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| And this week’s sermon comes from the book of treble
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| Let us listen, feel the prophet’s mission
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| Vibrations from his voice show he won’t be stopped without position
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| Nor even flustered
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| And you can usher all busters in to pay for their sins
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| It’s not monetary though I’m a bury those stereo-
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| Typical rituals, everywhere we go it’s mythical, made up
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| Stories we oughta trade up, tell me some too
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| Cause that’s what helps me get through
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| True inspirations, a bit of holy spirit
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| When you near it be a merit to the next
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| Reflect on the breath that you gave
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| And the context it’s taken and I’m shapin men for?? |
| mice?
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| Not taking them and breaking them
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| I want to sacrifice my whole life’s work
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| To the search of the meaning of the Earth
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| It’s seeming like since birth it’s all purpose
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| I’m gonna work this to the ground and plant a new surface
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| Worship the sound, never curse this
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| Blasphemers search cause it’s worth it and perfect
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| From the dirt to the skyline
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| I always find the most of what I value deep inside rhymes
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| (Pep Love)
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| Soon as I wake and take a breath I’m in service
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| We havin church today beneath the surface
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| This, underground congregation has no past or a pope
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| Just dope beats and conversation
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| Time is racin, change is immenent and uninhibited
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| Music enthusiast, feel the vibe
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| I illuminate when I communicate with my tribe
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| It’s spiritual but I’m not no saint
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| I’m here with you to do what I can, nothin I cain’t
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| I walk amongst the monks and masons buildin bridges
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| Third Eye Vision of creation
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| This new religion it invited me
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| I use my vision, found it wise to free
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| Everything I had to say, come inside and see
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| Come inside and see
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| True words of wisdom they apply to me
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| Straight from the heart I arrived at the key
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| And I can be there any time I decide to be
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| Cause I decide to be
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| (Pep Love)
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| My intuition guided me
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| To a new religion inside of me
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| And you can hear it in my flow when I ride the beat
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| It’s like that!
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| This music mission guided me
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| To a new religion inside of me
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| And you can hear it in my style cause I’m quite unique
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| Worship… |