| Overline, underline, over die, connect mind
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| Vision, seek, find
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| Unique space—kind time
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| Truth is eternal, thought as depressed and not induced journal; |
| journey eternal
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| Physical stimulus, command the transit
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| Rapid transmit, energy rancid
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| Through infernal dances, the flame advances
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| Gravity pull, unseen for, then depleted via war
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| Clone the cloud sight most when you need it more
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| Versus bear glam and let it clear where
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| Thought in the sex where sexually transgress
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| Fact infatuate with inanimate object press
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| But… what can he do?
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| But… what can he do?
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| Control escape on your console
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| But it’s hard to escape the way society control
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| Hold it back in your spot, move the energy backwards
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| Too late, my mind is cool with physical attack first
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| Esoteric be the rhyme, in soul, in spirit
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| Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it
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| Literal, I speak the rhyme so you can understand it
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| Classified object, up rhyme set project vocal trajectory mind sweat
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| Secrete thought to be caught in times net
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| Define epitaph as a word kept
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| Ineffable where rap can hold life in sights be
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| Rolling parables exhale crystal light like
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| Where the souls is cold from sounds in hell
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| Lungs expand with mad force press to the cell
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| Propel body as mass as the earth’s to jail
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| Wavelengths crash and jack and tip the scale
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| Vassals submerged in a sparse verse in birth
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| The verse in the rap, in fact, where Earth is toast
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| Limited discourse spoken word of course
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| My mind emanate waves if you seek and search
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| Capture and trap thought to lost and found
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| I don’t speak half the time, 'cause my words rebound
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| Esoteric be the rhyme, in soul, in spirit
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| Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it
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| Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it
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| Literal, I speak the rhyme so you can understand it
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| But… what can he do? |