| My pen’s a microscope
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| Beneath this lens show real life I wrote
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| From all my sins to my righteous quotes
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| I look within and realize there’s hope
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| I begin to cringe, struck by lightning bolts
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| From out of brims I saw Michaels bow
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| The angel’ll sin just like a ghost
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| I begin to cleanse, speak under the Bible’s oath
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| And when I end how many mics I broke?
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| Begin to live the words Christ has spoke
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| They’re losing the friends desired most
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| The half-less mind, their chance to shine
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| They blast that nine, that glass of wine
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| They handed me insanity
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| Vanity families of humanity
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| Stay with me through calamities
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| The dark skies have electric fields
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| See the will within will, impregnable skills
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| Thousands of volts from post lasers
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| Nonlinear optics behind quasars
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| Within the triple stages of dark there’s a black stars
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| Around the universal cosmic, lost Nassau’s
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| Somewhere there you’ll find my raps but only head bars
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| We gave the devil his time, now rebel in the mind
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| The ghettos designed to keep us, sleep us The grim reaper meet us, poor education
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| We explore revelation
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| War of the nations, claw of the pagans
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| Washington white Shaitan
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| See the mission through man made religion
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| and the flaw of Masons
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| (Hook) Priest
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| Shout -- x9
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| Live -- x9
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| Love -- x8
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| Gods Time -- x5
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| The money and wealth — you’ll ugly yourself
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| The hungrier I felt with nothing to feed me Streets will mislead me Where the eyes are greedy
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| I vibe on CDs, his eyes on TVs
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| The cause of justice and missing no expectation
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| No interpretation, I’m cold with vexation
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| My soul is erect waiting, recreation
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| With mind and spirit combined let’s feel this
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| It’s time we hear this
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| Mind is sheer bliss from being rebellious
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| Overzealous or too jealous, make us failures
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| Mistakes from elders from being careless
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| God help us; |
| Satan held us for decades
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| Time to cross over to the next phase
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| The atheist is amazed at this
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| Awaketh thou slug it, why covet thy brother
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| Consider the ant that gives it to the plant
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| The plant gives to them
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| So be it to all men
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| (Hook) Priest
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| The devil trembles when he knows the body is the temple and God is in you
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| It’s hard to continue when it’s hard to offend you
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| He starts to set traps, that have you setback
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| The last round in this death match
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| So strengthen where you’re best at I promise you won’t regret that
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| Was I regarded as Job? |
| Or should I take the carpenter’s role?
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| It’s dark in this hole, that’s as far as it goes
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| Harps of gold, impossible, pot as a rose
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| Remarkable soul, the resistance, instincts intakes a poisons
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| The devil’s enjoyment is so annoying
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| Exploiting, morally destroying
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| Around a flag their serpent’s calling
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| My spirit’s boiling, it’s simple
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| If we sin don’t do it again, ask for forgiveness
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| This privilege saves us from max in their prison
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| Attraction of wisdom, not this plastic system
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| The faction — we victims
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| The aspen is venom, relax and it’s your ending
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| Families deprived of their lives
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| The archives, lost tribe, pork rinds
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| But it’s a new era, a new beginning
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| A new ending, a new time, only a few inches
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| We getting closer, you choose, you make a decision
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| No collision, turn off the television
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| The hell in women eyes, and males we like we failed the mission
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| It’s disciplince, militance, no tolerance for the ignorance
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| We live again, refuse to lose, spark minds it’s God Time
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| Every bond his line, the stars aligned
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| Turn on the searchlight, see we the owners of the birthright
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| Reverse the curse like, we sold the drugs that’s old to us Let’s get what’s owed to us, what’s really owed to us?
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| We bust the guns when we was young
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| Now it’s change a higher plain, the sky is in my range
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| The third I’ll have wings
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| (Hook) Priest |