| Yeah
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| You know the half, follow the path
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| From the center of the Earth this
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| Ascended to the surface to where the place of my birth is
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| Amongst the murderous merchants
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| And the villain is killin' us with each purchase
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| And the man in command that stand
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| Behind a curtain’s got his hand under your skirt
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| Bitch, but a hankerin' itch
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| We vanquish in all the anguish so we don’t languish in it
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| I’m thinkin' peaks and pinnacles
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| To the winner goes the spoils is a truth that’s elemental
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| As it’s integral, when I’m drillin' for black gold
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| I’m bound to get more than I ask for
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| As I cast the last stone out of my glass caste
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| So while I covet the pasture where the greener grass grows
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| I’m wise to my ways, eyes glazed under the haze
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| Goin' through another wonderful phase (Wonderful phase)
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| The science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half
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| Of the science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half
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| When I’m in the place of my own inner space
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| Thoughts get erased and I’m the winner in the race
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| Realize that the truth flies in the face of lies
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| And it never differentiates, wait
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| But change is constant, isn’t it?
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| Maybe we can revisit it when you regain consciousness
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| Remember when I was just a little nigga lit
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| Livin' in Mississip' and I took a mental trip
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| My intuition got me into it
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| My heart had an intervention and my mission switched
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| My third eye vision got me readin' Hieroglyphic script
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| I’m more descriptive now, no more cryptic shit
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| I gotta get it while it still exists
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| Doin' the due diligence and resilience, hence
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| Forth and furthermore, I’m fulla shit
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| And really can’t feel this to the full extent
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| The science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half
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| Of the science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half
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| I’m enriched and bewitched, diggin' a ditch
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| Tryna get out of it, hopin' situation switch
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| Makin' strides by the leaps and bound
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| Makin' moves by the grooves underneath the sound
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| While the wax spin 'round and 'round, I’m elevatin'
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| With my astral body, lookin' down on the ground
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| Where I was once lost and found, tossed in the air
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| With a cross to bear, drowned in the tears of a clown
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| On a journey of learnin' and yearnin'
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| The fire of desire inside of me burnin'
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| Spurnin' me on to the break of dawn
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| Heaven be turnin' me on with her sacred song
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| But it’s more to live for yet, ready, get set
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| We splashin' the Milky Way and make the world wet
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| The science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half
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| Of the science and the math, we walkin' on a path
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| We can take a photograph, I’ll play the phonograph
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| But you still won’t know the half
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| Uh-uh, nah, they still don’t know the half |