| Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
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| By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
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| «Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,» I said, «art sure no craven
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| Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
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| Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!»
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| Quoth the Raven «Nevermore.»
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| Not magic tragedy in the win
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| Me and him seraphim while I’m out on the limb
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| Begin to the innermost, I boast, hoping to blend
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| Merging thought and love because I’m dying of sin
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| We do anything, calming down, no more tingling
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| I rap about future things, future is, future does
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| Goodbye innocence and as I smell brimstone
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| Ash on the ground, stone showing imminence
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| I do this ‘til the ghosts come, aligning with the star chamber
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| And see the same star that the Wise Men saw
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| Bearing gifts to it, I am Rick Rubin
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| Rocking with LL Cool, we down to move it
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| I am the last redeemer, a stranger without a visa
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| Living in a strange land. |
| Damn, take me back to Giza
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| So I can hold the Earth still when I research
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| The reason of the purpose of the hurt with a day to work
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| Damn, this is a last will and testament
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| No matter what happens to me, my words are still relevant
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| Soul’s still evident, works take precedence
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| My presence on this Earth is worth the view from Heaven—speak it
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| Fall gently ‘til the pain hits me
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| A rush of blood to the head—instead the rain just missed me
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| Walk tall with a big stick, the words I spit are forgiveness
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| I rip it ‘til you throw fits. |
| I spill blood ‘til I walk crip
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| I make lame niggas backflip with smooth criminal tactics
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| Amateur until you practice
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| You word players' last verse say I’m current to the happenings
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| Damn near fucked this, I lust for some justice
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| I feel the ether eat through all my skin and it sucks, bitch
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| «Why you wanna do like that and walk badly?»
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| Said the elderly man to the useless
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| Same day, math day. |
| Same shit, I hate fate
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| Change circumstance so I can dance on the moon base
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| Reach Mars to touch mothers, starships, and hardships
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| I’ll ride it ‘til the time’s gone, look down from up above
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| Double towers of Babel, my feathers are the darkest silk
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| Two wings I fling—no man can ever injure this
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| Fly away to joy. |
| One day, I’ll be at peace again
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| «Never more,» said the raven—goodbye to innocence
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| Since he ate the bitter fruit out the garden riot suit
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| ‘Til the burner to your sweater, make another ‘til he’s dead
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| Years later, here is me—another hurting human being
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| Wonder why the serpent took the time just to ruin me dreams
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| , will we ever make it back to better weather?
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| «Nevermore,» said the raven—nothing else and see you later
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| «Nevermore,» said the raven |