| A-yo, that shit right there, son
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| Yo, what the fuck is that moving over there?
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| Shit look like a star, son (yeah, look like uh, look like uh…)
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| That shit kind of bright OH! |
| That shit moved
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| They wanna know why…
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| Hell Razah became Heaven Razah (that shit moving!)
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| For ten years I gave you Hell Razah You know?
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| That was the younger side of me
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| That was the material side
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| That was the… the flesh
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| Now I’m gonna give you the Heaven Razah
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| That’s the spiritual side
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| That’s the man side
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| The six-point star in me
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| So I’ma let the halo glow
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| And I’ma let my wings go up
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| And I’ma take you with me
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| Until the chariots' swing low
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| I got an Elohim glow
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| With Zechariah eyes, dreams in the UFO
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| I’ve been to hyperspace, cosmic angelic mode
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| Hypothetically we speaking in schematic code
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| It’s all Kemetic connected because we magnetic
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| My woolly hair’s electric, my energy is halo
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| My energy is fatal, more militant then NATO
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| If I was born in the past I would’ve inspired Plato
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| I’m independent, only signing to God’s label
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| The double-minded is unstable, they’re prenatal
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| So I’m detaching your spinal cord for free cable
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| With a cesarean cut below Eve’s navel
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| My seven Chakras rotate around like helicopters
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| Then I’ll reverse with Kabbalah curses of witch doctors
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| That sent the Queen of the Damned by the name Akasha
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| She sip poisonous vodka listening to dark opera
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| Infidelity lust but I don’t trust nada
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| Since the Gay Boule merged with CIA
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| They killed the image of Pac and gave you Kanye
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| From my bottom to my thirty-third vertebrae
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| I gotta pray before I end up with a murder case
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| But if I’m destined I’m more desperate then Led Zeppelin
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| I’m one-two-stepping until its Armageddon
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| But recommended, no pun intended, you get offended
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| I’ma take you to Heaven
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| Put on your axe not helmet
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| Be ready
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| History!
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| Let your mind free |