| Solar galactic thought waves control magic
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| Spoken word, sporadic, swerve, rhythm mathematics
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| Asthmatic verses, a haphazard
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| Here’s a punchline, I bust like an old prophylactic
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| Sew ropes added into dope graphics
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| Specifically for you to grab whenever you find yourself in traffic
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| And you try to escape
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| Take a look at my sound
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| Follow me into my mind, c’mon I’ll show you around
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| First you have to get trained to enter my left brain
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| And exit the physical plain, let me explain
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| Your innovative boundaries block steps into the brain
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| At any given moment these directions will change
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| «Keep it movin'»
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| Enter my rhyme, you’ll enter rhymes for days
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| Scribbled illusion spell confusion as you step into the maze
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| Guessin' the trues away, goin' crazy
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| There’s a brainstorm, it’s rainin', now the horizon turns hazy
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| As I start to think
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| Your right brain starts to shrink
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| My pen’s out of ink
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| Look down, you’re startin' to sink
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| A lot of things can happen here that are impossible to think
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| Cause I don’t have creative obstacles, my eyes then blink
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| Out of the blue there’s a change over
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| Now you’re in a Range Rover
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| You already forgot what I told ya
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| Coastin' the turnpike, change into a roller coaster
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| Outside, now you’re flyin' on an Insight poster
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| Travelin' on a journey to… you don’t know where
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| Feelin' your spirit let go, but then the floors disappear
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| You fell into a black hole, doors started to appear
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| But only one was unlocked
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| You open it up to stairs
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| For some reason you feelin like you was already there
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| Abstract ways of thinkin' make the vision seem clear
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| And then you realize that you don’t have to breath air
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| And you can freeze frame so you’re no longer scared
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| Learning to levitate
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| As you begin to adapt
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| The possibilities are endless, you don’t wanna go back
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| If you’re lost tryin' to find a way and I arrive late
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| Just broaden your horizon to return to my mind state
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| «Keep it movin'» |