| My brain’s the throne of glory
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| My voice is seven million stories
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| My slippers walk through space, Gods territory
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| The Devils mad, he cast hell before me
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| But I prevail, broke the spell, fortune teller foresees
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| Black years for you rappers
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| The aftermath is here
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| While I recline listen to the Music of the Spheres
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| I spit above your ears
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| It’s that Angel music
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| That sky crack, that wormhole, that star acoustics
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| Let God acque it
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| Play it, In the Mosque (Mask?) out my mouth is a fusion
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| No illusion
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| My cosmic conscious
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| Coming like a hail of comets
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| Godly contents
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| I sit between two universes
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| Judging every rapper upon the surface
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| And laugh at them like a circus
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| Ya’ll mad nervous
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| I wrap a cloud around my dome like a turban
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| You can’t live to see me in person
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| You just a servant, so now bow and worship
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| It’s the wordsmith… x2
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| My mic’s the microchip
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| My rhymes are the hieroglyph
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| From the edge of a spiral cliff
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| Hurling my rap books to the wind
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| Like a staff through a tree I cringe (?)
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| Then get up with a sick grin
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| The sacrifice
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| Thoughts are magnetic
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| I bring down satellites
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| Forget ya’ll earthlings
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| I spit for the afterlife
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| Astral projection
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| My face see inside of paradise
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| Either ya’ll half man pussies
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| Or ya’ll straight hermaphrodites
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| Parallel worlds
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| Your bodies I twirl
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| Then throw ya’ll far into the galaxy
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| Who want to challenge me?
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| You out of reality
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| I come down your flight of prayers
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| As if they were escalator stairs
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| The death relate is here
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| Your respirators prepared
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| I bake myself a cake using the ozone layer
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| Happy birthday
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| Blow out the stars in heaven
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| Get high taking mushroom clouds
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| Spit bars of Armageddon
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| The super God of weirdness
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| Sincere-ness
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| Share bliss
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| I spit that heaven & hell, life & death
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| That here & now, to outer realms
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| Genesis to twenty twelve
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| In heaven, what separates good from evil
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| Is a giant iron curtain
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| Guarded by a lion with manes of serpents
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| Priest, the wordsmith
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| King of kings
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| Lord of lords
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| I hold up a gold cup, filled with ??? |
| of rap (?)
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| Making an acoustic ball
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| Revealing all
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| Inside the mother space craft |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Music of the Spheres , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Psychic World of Walter Reed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп