| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| With a platinum plaque
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| She like Robin, George, and Jack
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| The mind fears what the blinds hide
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| But I’m here on the blind side
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| Hanging up till the line dies
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| Then off the hook for the crimes try
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| Get awful looks from tribe tribe unlawful jux we can climb skies
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| That’s Robin Hood, arrows of the rich’ll steal
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| In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
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| Till you get it, we’ll tell you if I hit it
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| When you make pie if you don’t fidget
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| Xzibit Pimp My Ride exquisite
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| We G’s coach us back if we die in business
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| My Lord is my chemist, my sword is some Khemet
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| Egyptian fonts and ankhs
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| Scottish write with Montblancs let us stomp
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| I walk as my father walk, master builder is what I thought
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| Yeah
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| Where the golden means, so the overseer gets overseen
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| And the over here’s are the older things
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| Can see the bell but don’t know the rings
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| The rings are not sounds, but circles
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| Wear these on your virtues
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| See through these circles just live Steve Urkel
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| Till it’s all universal
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| And it harmonize and like the Porsche into the larger size
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| And it’s dynamic in the high standard
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| So each degree has a part to price
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| See big worlds have little worlds that feed on their velocity
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| And little world have lesser worlds and so on to viscosity
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| The applause and patience of the laws in nature
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| Override lies and the laws of nations
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| Pilgrims bear witness at all the stations
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| Sun positions overcome traditions
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| Numbers govern our young religions
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| Dead levels making plum decisions
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| Perpendicular to the undivision
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| That’s bad curricular to the unconditioned
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| Any love less than unconditional is so under Christian it’s unrepentant
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| The physical part of my church emits the invisible arts of my work
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| To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of this map
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| But truth me told it’s the pursuit of gold
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| That turns the goal of men into trash
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| The souls gold and they turning gold into cash
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| And your reflection is your connection to more collections of more directions
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| and paths
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| If your reflection is a mask, then you’re reflective of mass
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| To see yourself just look at me then split your reflection in half
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign
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| You look just like how I’ma be
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| Sacred geometry
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| In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
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| Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don’t sign |