| To know that you are God
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| Is another of saying you feel completely with this universe
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| You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it
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| You feel, in other words, that the whole energy which expresses itself in the
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| galaxies is intimate
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| It is not something to which you are a stranger
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| That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving
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| You express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars
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| Yeah
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| Go time, nigga, look
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| Take one hit of this pressure, I’m feelin' faded
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| So many verses of the year that I’ve written, I’m feelin' jaded
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| Jail call, ask how he doin', he said, «I feel amazing»
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| And that’s when he told me, «Watchin' you make it, I feel I made it»
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| Made me think 'bout how I’m actin' ungrateful and still complainin' (Uh-huh)
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| Even though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (Psh)
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| I been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind
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| So when you hear 'em talk behind my back, just keep that in mind (Keep it in
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| mind)
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| Yo, they ain’t real as you thought
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| Them niggas, they talk about me behind my back 'bout the shit that I bought
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| (Hah)
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| I bet them niggas is salt
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| 'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own that I can fill up a vault (Cap)
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| Look, me and Shots the new Wee-Bey and Avon Barksdale
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| Marlow and Chris, we spray the K (Brr)
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| Leveled up, at least fifty what we see day-to-day
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| We are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with Ye (Ha)
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| Look, you can’t hold me, ice the band of the Rollie
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| And put it right on the hand of my homie, you can’t control me (Cap)
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| I had a brodie up the can' slowly (Huh)
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| I gave all my shooters the ultimate green light, I’m D’antoni (Get everything)
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| And my story is far from finished (Huh)
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| I got my shoes off in them offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable)
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| I’m a motherfuckin' brand, I’m a walkin' business (Uh-huh)
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| We can’t have a convo unless it involve six figures (Not at all)
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| The homie facin' fifty years, turned my dog religious (Free the homie)
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| We don’t believe none of they bars, know it’s all fictitious (We don’t believe
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| that cap, nigga)
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| We at your baby mama house cookin' raw in the kitchen (Whip up)
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| And when I’m done cookin', I made that bitch wash the dishes (Hahahaha)
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| Machine, bitch
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| Yeah, From King to a God, nigga
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| Address me as king
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| God level flow
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| Celestial beings
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| The Machine
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| Yeah
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| You challenge us?
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| Fellas, all you’ve done is unified us even more
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| Because as it’s been said a million times
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| When you’re nWo, you’re nWo (For life)
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| Anytime, boys
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| A very serious stare
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| A very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash
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| A lot of times, he’ll come out here
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| Smiling, joking about the nWo (nWo)
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| And about how the nWo is running over WCW
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| But that was not the case here
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| He has thrown his name in the hat, he says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan
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| and Scott Hall— |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From King , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album From King To A GOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп