| I awoke from oppression, I began to write for y’all
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| Truth from a speck of light
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| I chose to bring belief to those
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| That hunger for the food of thought
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| cuz this is the life we chose
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| Fool’s gold tipped many and led 'em astray
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| Others watched them go down
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| They was afraid to speak on it Some never recovered from the mental enslavement
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| I came greatness
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| The world wasn’t ready to face me Never. |
| the God too clever. |
| never. |
| he seen it comin.
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| Never. |
| the God too clever >Masta Killa
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| Now this wicked brother Cal
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| Ordered them to cover their faces painted with smiles
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| and they came, from air, land and oceans
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| I watched as the sides of good and evil was chosen
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| Everything seemed to move in slow motion
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| People ran frantic as herds of wild steed
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| Their minds like rabbits, souls like deer, fear was felt
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| and when the radiation melt the eyes from their heads
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| I fled seeking cover to find none
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| Triumph a selection played by RZA
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| Buildings crumbled
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| Missiles and bullets whistled, the Earth rumbled
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| Water filled tunnels quickly from both ends
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| Chunks dropped from buildings that swayed from high winds
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| They thought he would slither. |
| >Masta Killa
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| Trees buckled like knees
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| Continuing to build and break the seventh seal
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| From the sky came firey hail, trains derailed
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| Horseman hooded with sheets shaped in concrete
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| War of the lion, voids thunder when I speak
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| From their finger came lightning, striking the beast
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| Jail cell broken by the wise words spoken
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| Gun smokin'. |
| it’s the def poet quotin'
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| Never. |
| the God too clever. |
| never. |
| he seen it comin. |
| >Masta Killa |