| Predictions like Bible scriptures traditions and tribalism
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| So step right up see it all if you’re quick enough
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| To get in line for the most prolific rhyme
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| Any clear idea what you’re trying to trace?
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| An asteroid, an orbed mineral safe in a shell, a shell of stone
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| With power, in this shell something travelled to the Earth
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| Alive — as far as we know it
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| Is there a fifth planet, there’s no doubt about this it’s giving us CS sequence
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| It’s the Asteroid
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| What’s the distance?
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| Something over 500,000 miles
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| Where these stones were once computers is tomb raided by looters
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| Excavation rumors said these rulers died from a tumor
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| From the Land of Sumer, sat around blowing hookah
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| The unknown off the coast close to Montezuma
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| The ancient man from the future
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| Raised on thoughts of Buddha
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| In the page I lost my humor
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| Now rage is my consumer now the rhymes are incredible
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| Format impeccable concepts intellectual
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| My page is bi-sexual my pen grabs its testicles
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| Cause the mind is very flexible
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| I fuck with the track because the rap could be edible
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| Digestible medical terrible incurable
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| Identical to hetero terrestrial for his genitals
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| Rap professional I can reach celestial pinnacles
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| Or catch a mineral place it in the subliminal memorable
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| Remove the nitrates watch his mind break
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| As his soul vibrate at a high rate
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| His spirit gyrate at a speed he can’t titrate
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| Brains broken, it’ll never work again
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| Malfunction
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| Now I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction
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| Word of diction make you scared like superstition
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| I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction
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| Word of diction make you scared like superstition
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| 432 Hertz I put in this verse A elder from Earth
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| Welded the universe into the heavens and hammered the bracelet
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| Around the god’s basement then going into myself
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| Then coming out multiplying the creation
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| By adding and separating playing with the magnets
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| Of the planets the size of thought is gigantic
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| Engineering the data on my writing base
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| That’s where all the gods would gather — life in space
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| Increasing the lights in the matter for size and shape
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| Throwing the matter into the stratosphere
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| Am I clear can you hear picking up some static fanatic
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| New exhaust memory loss wintery frost on your mothers board
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| Impale a rapper then grab another sword
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| All gauges locked to prepare for shuttle war
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| Shoot nukes from out my booth
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| Send rocket dogs envied the size of parachute
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| The comet at night, the Cosmic Christ
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| A cross, made of quartz, you’re in a gothic night
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| He bleed til his arteries shut off
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| I put his conscious on ice tombs with air compressors
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| For the ancestors — to wait. |
| Roll back the stones
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| I’m coming from space I told him he’ll never repair again
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| Take him through currents and RPMs take off his head then his limbs
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| Rip him apart then put him back together, Press start
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| Destroy his ego with the torpedo sharks
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| Took the Citrin from the planet Saturn
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| Placed it in the Garden of Eden for Eve and Adam
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| It’s for liberation and Karma, check my armor in rapping
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| I took Armageddon and placed it in my pages for ages
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| As disaster
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| Yo I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction
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| Word of diction make you scared like superstition
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| I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction
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| Word of diction make you scared like superstition |