| Ancient worlds with airplanes, scientists can’t explain
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| Shadow pharaohs travel aboard portal trains
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| Through wormholes abode, without burning coal
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| At dusk priceless busts like Tut and sit on gold
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| Before the lord raindrops hit the globe to wash away the giants of old
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| Before Adam lying in the garden with his ribs exposed
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| Reconstruction of the cosmos, the worlds that God rose
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| The imagination has a bridge to fascination to which we live
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| In Genesis take a pilgrimage to the wilderness
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| Stop searching for the wiz
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| What you need? |
| Courage, heart or a brain?
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| Rediscover each part, I’ll explain
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| The tin man is the working man, he had no heart for retire plans
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| The scarecrow was the Farmers
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| Y’all know they say southern people had no brains
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| Without them we get no vegetables or grains
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| Zion was the lion, had no courage
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| Dorothy and the dog now is now uncovered
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| The origins of the kabbalah
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| The Moors bend before Allah
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| The articles of the merkabah
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| God moves in the aggadah
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| Black Jews salute, Yahawah
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| Yahweh, Yahuwah
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| My medulla go through futures
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| A pearl in the sky
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| A cloud in the shape of a shell in the land where Oysters die
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| I stood on the beach, I started to cry
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| Sand shot from eyes, I dive in the ocean to dry
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| Memoirs of of tomorrow, a ship lodged in a bottle
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| Societies beneath a sun inside a Earth that’s hollow
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| Fuel burst from Apollo, a crew search for a marble
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| That can give each human the feeling like it hit the lotto
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| The sky fell by the head of a swallow
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| A thousand eagles lifted it off it’s body
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| And back to the cosmos, book scrolls and novels
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| Subatomic clouds above a conscious crowd
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| That stand on radio actives sand
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| Hundreds of white garments bow
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| Beneath the moon is the barn owl
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| Land of the black alien wizards
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| Alpha Dracon star human seas, Luciferians and mystics
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| Priest the autoraptatrone, the megaspitacron
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| The grand mic holder, the HipHopgrapher niggergon
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| Melaninated wars, he elevated from floors
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| Back into the light holding a mic
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| Through metal spaceship doors that hover the lake fog
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| The color of ideas Everybody loves the sunshine from Roy Ayers
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| Play em back to back sit back enjoy the spheres |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Color of Ideas , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album Planet of the Gods, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп