| I’m the fire bearer
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| Holder of the sun
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| The Earth and the universe combined as one
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| An everlasting energy taking all forms
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| Blue skies on sunny days tell the storms
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| The one who tears down what you adorn
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| And curses the material things that you mourn
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| But look up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn
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| And the light that empowers your flesh as it yawns
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| Strong, undeniably so Lif better known as a society fault
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| The deity glow reach into my center
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| I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter
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| The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer
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| As your skeleton crush
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| Your physical turns into gelatin plus
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| Due to over stimuli
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| You liquify
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| I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil
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| When the ground splits
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| To swallow of corporations and cops
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| Give birth to rocks
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| So we can have solid ground on which to walk
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| Stand strong and talk
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| And write down theories in chalk on the side walk
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| The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
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| Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell ----→Buckshot
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| The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
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| Look into the eyes…
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| My style orbits
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| Around nine planets of forces
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| Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses
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| Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor
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| Present the type of horror that boils your holy water
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| Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father
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| Hard boys become toys inside the real saga
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| So why bother
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| My whole flaw lines is harder
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| So bring the drama
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| We all know the signs is smarter
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| I set off crowds, style wild like a circus
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| I seek through souls when I walk past churches
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| Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose
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| Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches
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| Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging
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| Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness
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| No option, narrow odds
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| Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards
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| Open the gates of Midian
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| For the fangs like the flesh
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| Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh
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| We hang the best
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| Spit venom until your face burn
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| Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm
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| The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist
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| Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss 'em cutest
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| We take lives with knives steady abusing ya With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula
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| Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class
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| Ikon will smash into shards of glass
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| To reform into a whirlwind of sand
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| Then reborn into the word Hologram
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| A solid man with plans to intwine matter
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| Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer |