| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| My mama said I had to see it to believe it
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| Made an appointment since I hate to disappoint I keep it
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| In the mini mall parking lot where universal secrets
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| Reveal themselves to nail technicians in the evenings
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| I walk into this nail salon the conversation ceases
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| I ask the nearest customer where I can hear a reading
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| She pointed toward the back face slack not speaking
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| Seen the candles and the virgins and the curtain it was beaded
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| Greeted by the gypsy woman, who looked me in my eye
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| Said ‘It's free the first time since you’re the unsure kind
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| I sense that you’re inclined somehow to make words rhyme
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| And people pay to be with you and speak for a certain time
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| Wait, I see the believers with they hands to the ceiling
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| You deal with intimate feelings you work with symbols and meaning'
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| I said chill, respect the skill, so I won’t blow the cover
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| Here’s a hundred dollar bill, quit lyin' to my mother
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| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| Throwing stones from inside a glass prison
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| Wash those sweaty hands most forget to value what they already have
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| Palms read in prose form
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| Crystal ball engineer
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| Hides behind the cage culture circus veneer
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| The symbolism splitting hairs on their little chins
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| The chins middle finger makes the world spin, swimming in a sea of sin
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| Irrational practicers who won’t bury the hatchet
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| Got a taste for beef but this consultation should cleanse your pallet
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| Change direction
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| Caught up in the gimmick
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| Under a glass ceiling can access the bigger vision
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| And vultures are just hanging there
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| Cowl neck who’s gonna get the fowl nest?
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| I shout vexed tyrannosaurus inside a proud chest
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| Heavy reading both candlelit and epic
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| Got me squeezing pressure points set up shop and then I wreck it
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| Check the method
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| The four counts for the record
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| And thought patterns on track spans a nebula in a second
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| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| First sight
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| Second sight
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| Third strike
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| Foresight
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| Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
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| So when it’s my turn to speak I can’t talk right
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| Write on the walls as I walk towards the light
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| Near the end of this record…
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| There will be a period of silence
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| During this period let yourself experience whatever is best
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| For you
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| Let yourself experience whatever is best
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| For you
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| In this era of fake news, existential terror, and trick knowledge
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| Don’t get fooled or confused by the views and the gimmicks
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| It’s scanning your brain for data and analytics
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| They used to tell lies to your vision now they read minds with precision
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| Falling for the script constantly self snitching
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| You conversate in private with your confirmation bias
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| But the stars ain’t in alignment with the subject of your science
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| Epic Beard Men
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| Tricknowledgy
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| Use your foresight
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| Make it to the future
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| (Strange Famous!) |