| Just as you order tight, amplified ribs
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| Served on a platter, make your mind chatter
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| My data is that of a chef
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| And yesterday’s special is fresh emcee chest
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| Take a closer look, you’ll notice he’s heartless
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| A shallow man with too many words to manifest
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| Marinated and dressed, ready to ingest
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| I bet he wishes he ran, he didn’t understand
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| The effect offset when exposed to flow physics
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| Critically corrodes complex techs to tidbits
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| Granulated strips stripped down the sound basics
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| From fabricated mix twenty bits of unspecifics
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| Tasteless tips of clowns fit to few digits
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| Categoric strip hits you everyday dimwits
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| With soliticated sound soaked in senseful solvents
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| Slappin your syndicates lost lyric ligaments
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| Opposition punks for a profound predicament
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| To end their flooded figment of hostility
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| Hop in the cockpit quick, as I navigate
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| To targets optics locked in what I narrate
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| Calculated time of arrival undefined
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| Destination is knowledge, it’s a trip through the mind
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| We’ve been assigned to give vision to the blind
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| Who can’t find their way out of the terrible bind
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| Of course our arrival has been properly timed
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| The moon is in place, the stars are aligned
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| Mr. Lif (and Insight) have been combined
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| To take us all to a higher level of rhyme
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| Aggressive flav, accurate punch impressive
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| Snatchin' heads after which techniques are implemented
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| Advance, dynamics, universal theoretics
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| Enhance kinesics and kinetics
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| Over-shadow shallow text exclaim by the pathetic
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| Paramedic boom-bap neck snaps relax muscles
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| Incomparable vocalist
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| Astronomical psychologic
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| Effect offset catastrophic
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| Yo, I’ll blow you way out of your regular state
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| Increase metabolism to a post-cellular rate
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| And as you break your self down internally
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| I write in my journal see thoughts that’ll remain eternally
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| Paragraphs that’ll last through the mega blast
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| Chemical warfare and even the aftermath
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| Endure radiation as well as the fallout
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| And out of the darkness, my voice shall call out
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| Reviving souls from both north to south poles
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| It’s time to resurrect and redirect our goals
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| Thoughts will make heat so you won’t be cold
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| The samples are your physical, your heart is the drum roll
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| Cherishin' lifetime, respect is the guideline
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| I’m chillin' as you progress from the sideline
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| And as I’m coachin' I’ll refill the oceans
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| And nature be vast 'cause my mind is open
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| By the time we closin' one notch should have soaked in
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| In a conscious clothing thoughts cut, ironed and fold
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| Then perfectly pressed words would be in mold like clay
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| Usin' focus flows hold as I’m creative with the logic
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| Toxic, acidic base pumps the blood
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| As the spirit of our ancient ancestors sharpen my vision
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| Incisions made, negative decisions are slaughtered
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| Bringin' back order, wax, and water
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| My thoughts a thirst-quenching source
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| Short of
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| While the seven seas bleeds
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| We’ve circled the earth’s breeze
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| Freezin' evil at our discresal
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| Insight and Mr. Lif words destined to live eternal |