Unlucky eyes see blindfolded dice
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I have reached the zen legacy by turning on my seated self
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Time turned into sand in my hands in a thousand grams when my childhood had
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emigrated
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If the moor is for two, why are we separated?
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Hush my fear and find my heaven
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I wanted to be first and my egos made me miserable about everything except being honest
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Your skin made lines in notebook orgasms
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I learned to take it with a grain of salt
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That of growing to create perfect works
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The few I saw left me with dark circles
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They took away my sleep and lay on your ear
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And now you're free from me but not from my notebook
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And if my kisses with taste of confinement did not satisfy you
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Because today in freedom, you don't feel complete
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I better erase you I run I continue, a memory is only corrosive
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If we were one in a plane, how did you see two?
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Moved, I choose this Alzheimer's only for the reason that I am the one who chooses how I live
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And today I forget you in this cypher
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Life played its cards and I'm not talking about cards
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If God exists, he is a freestyler
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If God exists, he is a freestyler
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It's that where, where I come from, where I'm going
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If I am only what I keep and not knowing what I give
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Dining room phenomenon where he eats the best of the lord
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You will have to hit the edge of the court in C minor
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Let my reason form a sentence that names my vision of man
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May he recover his forgiveness from him hiding behind his nobleman of treason tattooed with your name
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Cardboard envelopes that break my poor song
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Encounter of fourth type invade my ambition of type
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And get away from my team type no fly
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Heat the psycho with the fire of immortals
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The clean guy comes out, give these guys the mic if you don't know
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Give me the microphone, what a coincidence that what you don't like is the same as what you don't
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comes out
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And give me the microphone, what a coincidence that what you don't like is the same as not
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you get
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I already exploded the bomb
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Made it rumble to the floor
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And I enter the boombap
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Serious and without asking permission
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Santoz, Acru and Faqq only good rap I guarantee
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They point their fingers at us if they ask who did it
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My essence is the neighborhood in the track I immortalize it
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Although I tread carefully on the shifting mud
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I don't correct my mistakes no, I equalize them
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And it sounds high quality with Adobe, Cubase or Reason!
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You Know The Reason
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Cutting the sample so precise
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And if my group sounds like that, it's because some prophet wanted it
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The fire of mortals burning submissive gods
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We carry the flows breaking solid steel
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God is destroying the world that he someday he made
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And every second he sends dead as warning
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I am sure in the good times and in the bad I improvise
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My wings embrace you today that I escape from paradise |