| You easy to architect
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| Deconstruct you settle some an exec chef
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| Fossil
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| I’m so ones primate humans not marmoset
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| Gorilla down your cavalry, infantry those who would bring harm to me empower me
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| their tactics lack agility
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| Naturally steps ahead in this path the millipede
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| Disaster pieces sculpted while my pen is on its killing spree
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| Schemin on some rapid eye movement type philistine of nature
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| Like turf rocks to hurt cops through the mics
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| Who consumes lives and spits the wise as he pockts tithes
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| So discreetly we immediately accept the lies
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| Coming out our own traps
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| They murder from the flats to cul-de-sacs
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| So i fashioned a birthing sack out of burlap
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| Nestled with the not one ounce of turn back
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| Or contemporary doubt of which I’ve lost count we bomb in all caps to dwarf you
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| Super giants black stars to? |
| and swarm through
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| New alliance same cold wars
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| We still mercin fools for less than the kicks that came blessed
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| And stretching desperately measuring seeds to carry these histories
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| Some encourage the seedless to kill the future rule
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| Malnourished they perish beneath the weight of my soliloquy
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| Chilling mean like your average ice king with an arctic heart
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| To rip the common autumn of the? |
| hard car parts
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| Dismantling and save the schematic from reinstallation
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| Crippling in the nature of time we standing solid so far
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| Debts and sorrow Nonetheless and Useless data mesh with status shifts with
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| black hits
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| Invisible as rhythms spit form tongues spilled with congas for drums
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| Peace salaam to some
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| Guru, GG or the next native tongue, perhaps not
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| Corresponding to my dialect my memory detects
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| Aimed assassinations at the prefect
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| Conflict for the droves who lack the patience for intellect
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| Mosh pits to those catchin record vintage maxilla sets
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| The relevance much unlike your register or text messages
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| Embedded in a sedative seasoned with nanotech weaponry
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| Asphate especially
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| Spittin red spectrum to blues melodies
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| And vibrated through hades to woo persephone
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| No distance
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| Is too distant
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| We travel in time
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| You can’t relate
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| Lord sight of my sight can’t be beside my square instead of on top of it
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| Occupied area thought apocalypse
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| No distance
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| Is too distant
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| We travel in time
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| That’s all we’ve lost
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| Sight of my sight I see inside the square I know what it’s got in it
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| Occupied area thought apocalypse
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| I thought apocalyptic shit was just descriptive of a plight my psyche whipped up
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| We lifted up as vagabonds to barter get your avalon
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| With no amount of heart within the vest could stop the cold compress
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| Don’t pose deaf when the oppressor contest
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| I confess I got my influence from my moms reflection
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| See the answers in the mirror where half visible questions I couldn’t articulate
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| Neither would my etch-a-sketch or papermate
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| Party rock and hip jocks and tend to replicate but can’t relate
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| The member bees attending to you woven and threaded intricacy
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| Distant the enemy
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| Let the abyss know them intimately
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| I tell the tales of villains and mutants making a killin, concealing identities
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| End entities
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| Minds forget incredible comes from people
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| The flesh your human equal
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| I measure this, time can never heal the scourge of prejudice
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| When thoughts conform to force flags we waltz passed the rhetoric
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| No distance
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| Is too distant
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| You know the time
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| You can relate
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| Sight of my sight can be beside my square
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| Instead of on top of it
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| Occupied area thought apocalypse
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| No distance
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| Is too distant
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| We travel in time
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| Thats all we’ve lost
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| Sight of my sight I see inside the square I know what it’s got in it
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| Occupied area that’s my area |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fathom, artist - Maker. Album song Closed Doors to an Open Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп