| It gets deep, think that you can stand it?
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| It gets deep, would you rather be branded?
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| I know I don’t, cause things ain’t what they seem
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| And nowadays, know what I mean?
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| Yo, articulate metaphors, flows forever more
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| Energized in a mobile spaceport, antiquity
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| Man dies in his own iniquity
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| Cast the fluids to over heat
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| Shadow the boundaries, but yet complete
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| My mental state escapes gravity
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| Charge the earth like a battery, one planet to settle
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| I nut in the Earth to raise the sea level
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| A mass tons of rocks melt the boil
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| Up rooted through trees who leaves drip oil
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| My science is logic, generate his face like tectonic plates
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| Engraved in a thousand foot wave
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| Embryonic mitosis begin to rub
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| A live sea air particles in a clog of blood
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| Diluted in mix, stripped of his richest resources
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| Evident remain, we traced the courses
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| Symbolic air lights with no appetite or thirst
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| A walking curse, inhabiting the earth, ahhh! |
| yo, yo
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| I brought my peaks to release degrees of acid
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| Total the sun for every year that passes
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| I trigger land slides and tsunamis, remove the world armies
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| Blow steam through the canyon walls of Mohammad
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| Travel through spaces of comet, invade
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| Celestial bodies in the bloodstream against the coral seas
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| Invent medicine to heal wounds
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| Real tombs before the earth started to bloom
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| Makin' projects of illuminant objects buried deep in the closet
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| I exist to show the greatest story ever told
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| Dingilin' in complex where at the seat of raw meat and pigs feet
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| Never being released, psycological depression
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| Loss identity and dimension with no comprehensions
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| So I close my eyes and rest my head
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| And travel light years instead
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| Combine the force, a dark matter crashin'
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| Cause and effects that cause chain reactions
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| My direction consists of perfection
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| Oppositions listen to the lessons
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| Taught and brought up by, by decievin'
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| Illusions casts for those that believe in
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| False subtracts that catch the weak change into wicked
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| I kick it to teach, being able to reach my beloveds
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| Born below those, Frukwan rose above it
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| Being able to gift it and uplift it
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| And able to blind and see tricks to untwist it
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| Back by a brother that absorbed his words
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| Shape and mold, the song only sung by the birds
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| My culture is natural, sactuated actually
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| Degrees brought about by you and me
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| Mind over matter shatters the evil
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| Heads are dead if you live thorugh the needle
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| Lords are nature, crate that await you
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| Arrival, the survival of the fittest makes more
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| Problem for solvin', identity revolvin'
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| Character support, yo that’s involvement (What? Yo) |