| Heal the world, learn from the magician
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| Deep down in France, underground physician
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| Streets tearing scoop from a terrorist position
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| Kamachi rude up forever the tradition
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| Yeah, 'bout to blaze
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| Rhyme set what rapping is
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| Six spitter quarantined my raps for days
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| Mike Messiah king in it’s master phase
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| International look what the crafter’s please
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| Juju Mob, wave the mightiest sword
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| Thunder rain come after the night I record
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| Build the ark for the ark welcome aboard
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| People feel for me, saying' what they feel for the Lord
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| Open my mind 'til I feel every realms explored
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| From the ashes the wings of the angel you saw
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| Chief Kamachi, most never see me before
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| Leave bodies, most never see me at war
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screens x4
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| Yes
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| Arm chemically, turn to shred and we go
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| I might stand mind, sumerian text writen in stone
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| Off I’m Rocko red elegant soul
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| I say shit on a fouth job I’m done
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| I’m George Walker boys Afghani pipe line
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| I’m GPS micro chips slipped in their mind
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| I’m naked in my positive they ying yang sign
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| I’m magical I eated the human spine
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| Think you runnin' out of money
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| Beacon thrown in time
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| Rest in peace eternity
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| Check the egyptian line
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| Stone, white man, cave man, clock is not man’s
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| Black man walk the land ditching in outcome
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| Religion attorney keep the ground there
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| Got the media with TV screens, mp3, burn cd’s, probe to
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| Screens
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| Outcome of american night routines
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| MTV, BET, fox files, DBS and the fucking brevatin
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| 85, open eyes, read the truth, believe
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| 85, open eyes, read the truth, believe
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen x4
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| Yes
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| Trust me
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| I’m like awful when I swing swords
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| In this industry they usin' my dick as a spring board
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| When it ain’t pause, whores fallow my pimp ones
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| Spread legs like wigs, Mary Poppins playing ring tones
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| I enforced the follow rules
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| I made my way through the narrow this avenue
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| So get you open like a parachute
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| To survive I’m ready to do I die, I stab, I shoot
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| I’m cracking booze, slap a dooze, I got an attitude
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| You mad 'cause from how you do it, tappin' your booze
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| Snatching a cooch, lovely right out of the blue
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| I be the drop in this proverb
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| Your bitch got braces
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| I’m sticking my dick in some fucking sherbet
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| And know she don’t love them burglers
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| Couldn’t cheap pop be my flow when I heat it like saki
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| Drink it with Chief Kamachi
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| I’m on the streets like nazis
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| Control Napoleon
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| I’m zeitgeist, smelting your ice
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| Like global warming
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen
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| Yes, we do exist
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| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen
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| Yes |