| If, there is any such thing at all as intelligence
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| And love, and beauty, well, you found it in other people
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| Sitting in my chair, then the vision appears
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| Staring at the wall, the wall turned into the spheres
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| And the spheres held the planets
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| Some were distant, some near
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| Outer limits, I in a instant was there
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| Warm currents were rushing, infinities came in abundance
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| Centuries seasons Zodiac by the dozens
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| Prophesying thy coming, and it was told
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| I hold the mic way beyond the hundreds
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| The mic turned to greatness
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| Greatness took me to the sacred places to give
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| Threw glory over me like a blanket
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| Then I reclined so I can see the design
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| Voice said close your eyes, cuz all we need is your mind
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| And the rhyme like a storm as the currents blew me on
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| Through gasses, I saw places where planets were born
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| And the voice that spoke to my ghost majestic
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| Let’s show you the essence
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| Let’s reveal to you the presence
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| The Seventh Seal of the heavens
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| Within the will of the legend
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| The seal of the lessons
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| The skill is perfection
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| Knights kneel before the weapon
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| Alchemist of the sinister
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| To heal within the message
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| To build effervescent
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| I feel shadows all around me
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| They said they’re just the pharaohs tryna crown me
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| There’s tarots of crystal balls within your boundaries
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| You’re now free to explore
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| All the visions encountings your mind can soar
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| For all the wisdom and counseling
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| A psychic mystique; |
| I’ve been writing for weeks
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| Every time I say a rhyme it whitens my teeth
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| Make angels pillars of stone — people pillars of salt
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| What I reveal under the cloth, when Killah would talk
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| Swimming in the cosmic gulf, and the rivers of thought
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| Where the healers was taught
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| But in the mirrors seem lost
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| And they finished the planet Tiamat on the Shabbat
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| Then they planted Eden crops when the evening would drop
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| When there was nothingness
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| That’s when Yah made the covenant
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| On the cross' blood would drip and the corpse buzzards pick
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| Time and admiration, stress and aggravation
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| I don’t do yoga but I can stretch your imagination
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| God tears turns into prayer beads
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| Falls over the neck of Cardinal wearing the wooden Mary
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| Whisper verses over the buried, in the Celtic cemetery
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| And he held it till his visions were heavy
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| Like a time machine saw the dynasty of kings
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| Through the mind it was seen, the skyline turned to wings
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| We wear paint beads, water or oil
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| Saint holy men, beggar or royal
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| Angels, devils, or aliens, which do you believe in more?
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| Do you receive or restore?
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| Do you want peace or war?
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| Do you wish to live free or by law?
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| It gets deep to the core
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| We perform prayers faster than charities
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| Go on pilgrimage but do we know what real healing is?
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| Research a million in years, the real healing is here
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| Without the billion, I became a billionaire
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| From natural disaster, till the days of dinosaurs, the raptors
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| To common laws, to all kinds of war, till the rapture |