| Crash land and hit the ground
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| So hard, I hardly speak
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| No talking bout my origin
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| Leading my hunger like Victor Orban
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| If all of my acts of kindness are unseen
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| Being the light at the end of the tunnel
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| Beam me up, Scotty
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| Parallel next to a dream
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| Watch me fly back to orbit
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| What I do is not done
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| Look how far I’ve come
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| I’m never looking back
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| Look at where my eyes can see
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| I’m in a rush against time
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| To add my legend to the map and see
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| These bars are guillotine
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| Like a synth in perfect key
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| Locked down by the king
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| Get out of my system with no assistance
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| We as individuals
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| Always pitch with pinnacles
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| It’s not rap no more
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| This that negro, fucking spiritual
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| That astrophysical
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| In that instance stars are born
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| With that instinct
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| We just press the mic record
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| And let it run… and let it run
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| Let that shit run
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| I’m on check like Venus and Flytrap
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| It’s funk, you will feel that after dark pack
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| If you ever smoke like me and that’s a fact
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| I hit it running
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| I hit the ground and start running
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| Don’t ever look at evils
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| Just get back at your people
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| Sometimes villains are the heroes
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| Sometimes the heroes are the zeroes
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| Don’t trust no one (don't trust no one)
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| Don’t listen to no one (don't listen to no one)
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| Don’t let life pass you by (pass you by)
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| Just trust your gut, it’s all you got
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| Don’t trust no one (don't trust no one)
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| Don’t listen to no one (don't listen to no one)
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| Don’t let life pass you by (pass you by)
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| Just trust your gut, it’s all you got
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| I hit the ground and start running
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| The music is different here, the vibrations are different, not like planet
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| earth. |
| Planet earth sound of guns, anger, frustration. |
| There was no one to talk
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| to on planet earth who understand. |
| Equation wise, the first thing to do is to
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| consider time as officially ended. |
| We work on the other side of time… |