| Priest the magnificent poet
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| I walk inside a Hindu Temple
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| Tripping while I fall and transform Into a trail of lotus
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| Then disappear like hocus pocus
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| When it comes to stretching ideas I do aerobics
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| So start flexing your joints
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| Because I won’t stop till I’m done stretching my point
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| The art of the rhyme started in the mind
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| A paradigm shift sperm hardened into a spine
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| His spine turn into the caduceus
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| The two dragons begin the looping, I ride to the gaze of Anubis
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| The Mayan stars to turn different ways like a Rubik’s
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| I could take a topic that’s worthless
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| Boring eyes in the popular searches just by dropping these verses
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| I’m a prisoner of the moment, so when I see a pen, I go in
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| I start my sentence, I hit my bars, that’s when it begins
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| Now my fossils is found in the cosmos
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| Link with the bones that they found in Morocco
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| Link with the mic that they found in the Congos
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| It was guarded by people wearing the ponchos
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| The burial plot surrounded by bronco’s
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| Standing on hind legs, behind him was a cave
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| The anthropologist stood amazed
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| This is divine soil, the paranormal
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| Prime-mortal that came through a time portal
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| To rhyme for you, can’t trace my race
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| From a different time and space, I was never designed from an ape
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| Was never a primate, I’m from a place, called the mindstate
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| Wait! |
| My first nation was called the imagination
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| In time, we became determination
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| To put substance in the perception of oneness
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| Spinning spiral threads, creating a cosmic spider web
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| To catch wonders, in all planes of dimensions of matter
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| Counters of information and data
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| Balance of mental sensations we gathered
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| The carriers of light, through the triple stages of night
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| Then I blew greatness into phrases that I write
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| In the land of Erech, when the madness entered
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| Only when the Father repented and the Sabbath ended
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| The land of Admah where Cain explained to a scribe
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| What happen between him and his brother when he died
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| He smirk as he commanded his army to do drills in the dirt
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| He said, «You know what really hurts, after you departure
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| I really have nothing left» and by the time I’m deceased
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| I’ll probably transform into the Angel of Death
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| And re-enter your atmosphere, dragging angels by their hair
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| Fire and brimstone raining from his spheres
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| Blood and crowns fallen while we sit on our horses
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| And I laugh as I look at my family portrait
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| I figure I found the first city
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| And knowing in their heart, they showed pity
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| Who want to rule the Earth with me?
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| The God of the Garden, the first son of Nod
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| The brotherhood of the marking
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| Detached Lamech and Tubal-cain
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| Kill em, the removal of the brain
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| The land of cannibal, the mistaken me as an animal
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| Now mistake me as Hannibal
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| Thousands of elephants impaled on the fence of Heaven
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| This mountain shaken the gates, I’ll be a legend
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| He turned around, screaming «victory» to his brethren
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| Which turned into skeletons in seconds, he turned back
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| His flesh also melted in the face of the army presence
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| No weapon is formed
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| Kings die
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| God’s live on
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| Planet we on
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| So don’t contest who’s the best lyricist
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| When you rhyme like from the futuristic time of period
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| Also you rhyme like you climbed out of a pyramid
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| And you shine, like you returned from a pilgrimage
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| Or a shrine, like the minds that designed the Book of Genesis
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| And mankind, made in Our images
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| When your message like the Epic of Gilgamesh
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| When your imperfection is accepted, you’re limitless
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| I scared myself
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| For eons |