| Let’s Go
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| Magnetic reversal makes earthly roads flip
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| Out of control cold drifts across the whole planet once the poles shift
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| The prophecy explorer as I read the Torah
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| I release an aura from the core of my mind that sparks a floor that rests in
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| Aurora
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| (Well you can try this Columbian neck-tie on
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| My ideas fly-on electrically charged metallic ions
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| When it comes to stoppin' this you’ll be optionless
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| I left Ominous documents inscripted on top of his sarcophagus)
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| Yeah but even on the coldest polar days
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| I wear solar rays on the bottom of my feet like roller blades
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| While in my fetal stage I wrote a page
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| I can outrun heat from a loaded gauge and Methuselah like older age
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| (I crack codes from intergalactic back roads
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| Sliding from the head to the souls of the deepest black hold on the bat pole
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| Tryin to learn what I write might burn
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| Like a microwave type perm I split the perm discern the hyper life germs)
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| I’m writing scriptures from within that send richers over ten
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| With a pen that allows me to draw pictures of the win
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| I got photographic visualization
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| Instantaneous memorization of difficult chemical equations
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| (When time existed at zero digits
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| People would miss my acts of scientific pre-Neolithic geophysics
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| They bomb my temple from a couple miles passed the hubble
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| Came out of the stubble in a gaseous elastic bubble)
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| Well I speak with unshakable certainty
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| At birth my first words left the earth and landed on Mercury perfectly
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| When I come I won’t be seen exclusively
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| I’ll be in a group of three, the man you see the dude I used to be and a future
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| me
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| (In the winter I can make the summer come
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| A common bond with M.
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| Night Shyamalan, when it comes to paranormal mic phenomenon
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| I’ll collar you bite and swallow you
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| So physiologically knowledgeable that I could probably not move and follow you)
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| To escape you’ll have to navigate through space for instance
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| Eight solar systems away might be the safest distance
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| I dance in heavenly mansions and visually calculate how many times in a hour a
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| fan spins
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| (I appear in a coat of cashmere
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| I’m casting fear like when bats appear for half a year I practice crackin
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| atmosphere
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| If you offer me a glass of beer
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| I’ll shoot toxic gas in here that will last until the sun passes and the grass
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| is clear)
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| Why would you question my relevance?
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| I’m wearing titanium helmets to prevail against warlock spells and the elements
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| Move freely through the evolution of all species
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| Before radio frequencies and TV’s throughout history you could see me
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| (My thought book exceeds the average trees
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| I’ll travel past the seas and master speeds that read faster than magic rabbits
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| breathe
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| Splittin you is not a tough decision
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| When I drop makes a collision that’ll give a Cyclops double vision)
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| But as soon as he’s placed in his tome
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| I rewind from his doom to his eulogy inside of the funeral room
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| To the moment right before his mortal flash was consumed
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| Back to his final oxygen intake while facing the moon
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| (Through previous decades his returns to the womb
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| Nine months in reverse back to the reproductive vacuum
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| Passing theologians by re-separating the sperm from the ovum making him return
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| to the indulgence of your paternal hosting)
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| It goes in the brain where I close in
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| Put a needle in his lobe, extract your unborn soul and leave it frozen
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| So much soul the whole earth is cold
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| My words are so advanced in 20 million years from now unwritten verse is old
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| (I read a scroll get agitated impede a roll
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| And enclose your torso inside of a needle hole
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| My rap pops like straps chop emcees from the waist to their legs drop,
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| you’ll have to hand hold ya laptop)
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| I’m knowing 8 wraths from my spacecraft
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| Then me and my great staff begin to sail the universe’s most unsafe paths
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| I take baths in radiation based drafts
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| My mindstate has a compactly so fast that I could recreate in mass
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| (Once a thought is born, nothing can harm it
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| You don’t understand the magnitude of torment that it took for me to form it
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| I dare ya to deal each labyrinths characters kill
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| Gotta Captain America shield that I wear in the field)
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| I move at a rate so great the time wrap will fracture and break
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| I show up at a place so early I’m actually late
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| Or I can activate velocities no one can impede
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| At such a rapid pace I usually get back before I leave
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| (My cranial lab is made from titanium’s slabs
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| Flaming paragraph that travel intravenous paths
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| Vocal 30-Watt, place me in the worst spot
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| My words can split a rock in a church lot from 99 blocks on the first shot)
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| Bomb
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| (Yeah)
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| You know what?
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| (What?)
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| You pretty good
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| (You ain’t so bad yourself)
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| Maybe we should go just head on and…
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| stay as one
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| (Both K-Rinos laugh)
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| Or we can spread out
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| (Spread out?)
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| You take one side of the universe I take the other
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| (I don’t know)
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| Nah…
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| we ain’t doin it like that |