| reaching, striving, for something bigger than my self, keep vibing
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| a beacon shining, wilding out on the weekend eating psilocybin mushrooms
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| where you been? |
| what you been up to?
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| nothing much just blazing a dutch and stylin on cats
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| with the joints that make the house rock when i put em on blast
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| thermostat raise up, its cold in the winters in canada
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| 23's a certified animal
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| you better beware messin with this here
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| elaquent all in ya ear
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| on the instrumental, the quintessential
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| cause music is the vessel of the omnipresent wave
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| the universe dont know how to behave
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| i give praise and gaze right into the abyss
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| every phrase manifest the phase shift
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| amazing ancient myth, the age of aquarius
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| the pages rip
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| i make em just raise a fist
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| i raise the dead playing with the languages
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| and shed the snake skin
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| i’m blazing a lazy spiff
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| i play to win, wreck the stage on your playlist
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| twisted linguistics like my man modulok
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| round the clock non stop, its hard to stop
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| i’m bout to mop up the scene, sweep out the mind dust
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| insane evil musical genius
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| international reputation for making em have that hallucination
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| magnanamous, abstract as canibus
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| arrive in chariots the vibe is unanamous
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| tantamount, chairman mao cantankerous
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| blaze it up, how? |
| just like an anarchist
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| icarus never miss lyricist got scripts
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| switch it up to daedalus
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| start if off genesis
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| finish off nemesis
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| perceus and pegasus
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| friends with benefits
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| heaven isnt too far away
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| but i’m bout to take it there |