| As you look from whenceforth I come; |
| riding the wind
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| thus eliminating competition from bird’s-eye view, I’m
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| descending in helicopters -- in a village raid
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| Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade
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| I’m highly intoxicating your mind -- when I’m operating
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| on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms
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| Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
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| I display a nuclear ray that’ll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
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| Thereby destroying the entire food supply
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| that’s crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies
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| It’s ironic, when a demonic, government
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| utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me Clever, however; |
| you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram
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| Who’s determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy
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| I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran
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| cause I couldn’t stand anymore within the depths of the sand
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| So don’t ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane
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| cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain
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| {oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it nitrogen levels. |
| check it}
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| Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
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| minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
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| Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
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| The aftermath needs to follow this cause it’s, deep
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| Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists
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| a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead
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| on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition
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| de-leting any alias info and descriptive
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| Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
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| precision, beams
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| Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens
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| Black, don’t you know my formulas form dope lyrics
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| uplift spirits and yo I hear it’s fatal
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| to walk the path of Konfusion, where it’s
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| torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish
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| Subjected to death
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| Their bodies don’t agree with the hypnotical intellect
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| Poetical acid is burning up flesh
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| At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there
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| Johnny More Grotesque
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| Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride
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| Insight, foresight, more sight
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| The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
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| You feel nauseous
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| Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness
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| I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand
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| into dimensions to unlock new doorways
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| And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways
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| And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game
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| enabling me to advance in wisdom
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| Words will exist like vampires
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| No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape
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| with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be subject to global warming, formless oval
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| Millions of locusts swarming
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| Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme
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| the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision
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| Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain
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| The triggering mechanism from which I strike
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| sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound
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| which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground
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| The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes
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| Your optics will not be able to detect
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| the deadly hypnotical gases
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| Damn it’s hard to breathe!!! |
| But if I got one breath left;
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| I’ll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come
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| from the slums of earth to center
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| I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell
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| Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell?
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| {This is the hour, this is the new dawn!
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| This is the new day.}
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| As I step into the Thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows
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| Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases
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| chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth
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| round of poetical warfare; |
| energetically I walk with the flare
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| Rampaging like a rock-like figure
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| throughout the night’s atmosphere I swear
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| My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can’t overshadow me cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you
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| after I’m bashin you, with my hammer
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| Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
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| Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
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| Rays brainwashed to transforms me but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up For God still is my upliftor
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| I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter
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| Night approaches so I proceed in flight
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| back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate em Translating the codes in hypnotical language
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| then a Theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt
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| but I’m a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical
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| mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes
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| and phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters
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| Unfound factors
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| So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land
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| Continue with reading your e-quilibrium
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| with concepts that confuse ya, metabolism’s fallin off
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| Data consider oblivion
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| Now as I walk through the valley of death
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| ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes
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| the atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases! |