| This is a new season with new rhymes for the same reason
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| The public needs it but without faith they won’t believe it
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| We cursed since birth, imprisoned by these Earth demons
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| My verse is written in secret, then released in pieces
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| The sting of rejection, the sour sensation of perfection
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| It’s connected to our spiritual ascension
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| Start with yourself, you are your only contender
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| The game of life has no winners, therefore we surrender
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| (Chorus: Canibus)
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| Write now! |
| Write your thoughts down, now! |
| Recite them out loud, now!
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| The bright light bleeds down through the dark clouds, now!
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| Right Now brothers, now! |
| Right Now sisters, now!
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| Right Now people, now! |
| Right Now Rippers!
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| (Canibus)
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| The rhyme is my religion, the rhythm is alive, listen
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| And bear witness, try to share my vision
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| My vision of my soul inside Sol, free the globe
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| Inside a globe with two poles, Ouroboros in my poems
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| Bestowed by a poet, what do you know and when did you know it?
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| Obey the law with its fundamentally flawed components
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| Omit this, admit this a myth 'til I spit
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| You forget how ill I get, the Ripper’s 'bout to Rip, Right Now
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| Right Now |