| I woke up in another place looking out wiping the sweat off my face
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| All around they say, «Mike, come this way.»
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| Slow it down, I’m still trying to figure this thing
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| Like calm down, tape transition with that sound
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| All I heard was piano keys hitting and just pound
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| They said listen it’ll get visions
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| It’ll show you the depths and the road to the riches
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| This is that next evolution
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| This kind showed me things like I’m back from the future
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| Like I’m back from the dead and back to the life
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| Like I’m back to the stars that done gave us light
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| Like I’m back to doing wrongs cause there ain’t no right
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| In them hot ass days, in them cold ass nights
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| Feeling hard wet rain, singing smoking?
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| It’s the fire that burns that can make us fight
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| Oh No
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| They rolling, they plotting
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| We smoking, they watching
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| Eyes open, look what you started
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| Minds open, look what you started
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| Not high enough, look what you started
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| Not high enough, look what you started
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| Not high enough, look what you started
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| Not high enough, look what you started
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| Take one hit of this dope and fall into a trance
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| Got me stuck in the fetal position for fifteen minutes
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| Thought it wasn’t nothing so you hit it and hit it
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| Until it kicked in, that’s when the room started to spin
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| Let the mind exit the body and drift
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| Physical shells only trap you in, box you in
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| Nothing but a bunch of body parts and bones wrapped in skin
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| I’m freefalling into another dimension of space and time
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| Like being blind and given twenty-twenty vision
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| Sweat dripping, I must be tripping
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| I tried to awake but no escape through a storm on the lake
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| And it kept skipping, had a couple brushes with death but kept living on
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| It’s like a mountain that I’m sitting on
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| Straight off the walls that the hieroglyphics was written on
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| Stars and planets, arts and science, mathematics
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| Biomechanics while the Earth spin on an axis |