| Yeah yeah yeah okay
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| I intro the other side of the hundo
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| Look out for me at the outro giving counsel
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| And wandered down a mountain with a mouthful of powerful symbols
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| The spit to shower the sinful
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| To make the powerful simple
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| And chained and collared the cowards to build a tower for kinfolk
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| Oh shit is that the cycle?
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| Is that the never-ending spiral that oscillate 'tween deceitful and disciple?
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| It seems that I cracked the cipher 'tween the peaceful and the psycho
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| As sure as the pendulum swinging
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| I exit the telephone booth with my em-b-lem blinging
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| And everything got a ring to it
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| And way more likely to ig you than getting into it
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| Meanwhile i be building a igloo like I’m a inuit
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| Here’s your golden ticket to catch my solo at the symphony of the infinite
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| Forgive but not forget
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| To tighten up the grip
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| And live without regret
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| Yep
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| Bad folks try to spook em like oops spagett
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| They been plotting on a coo, but can’t coo percent
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| Stay gunning for the brothers like Koopa’s camp
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| Ride a wolf into battle then ring the mech mech
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| Pull up hop in the chest and I flee the set
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| To your man dem take turn you to eager fam
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| Took a trip to visit my ego he told me y’all changed
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| We spoke of where I was headed and from where he came
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| But each inners only beginning what will end the same scene
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| Good deeds done under liege of evil man
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| The spook will sat by the suit and co-deed his plan
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| The ma ma Malcolms ma Martins and Smileys selling the portraits
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| Ignore that call on the web via rap and spin
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| Can happen quicker than you quit what’s happenin'
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| That ebb and flow ain’t no hold that’s a fact my friend
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| It all comes backs where it started that pendulum swing
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| SWING
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| Actually, I think you’ll be surprised, because there are more sort of things
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| that go though periodic motion than you realize, because that’s what a pendulum
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| does right?
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| The marvelous property of the pendulum is that is makes all of its vibrations,
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| large or small, in equal times
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| Fallen leads to the snow
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| Well here’s to the learn
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| Learn leads to the know
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| Know leads to the unknown
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| That takes you back to the growth
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| War leads to more war
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| Peace peace to the peace
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| Day turns into night
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| Night turns every peace
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| Snow is to the shallows
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| Shallows made for the growth
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| Growth is for the fallen
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| Falling leads to the snow
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| Grow leads to the mire
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| Mire leads to the know
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| Know produce the unknown
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| That takes you back to the grow
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| War leads to more war
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| Peace peace for the peace
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| Day turns into night
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| Rinse, rather, repeat
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| Bad folks try to spook em like oops spagett
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| They been plotting on a coo, but can’t coo percent
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| Stay gunning for the brothers like Koopa’s camp
|
| Ride a wolf into battle then ring the mech mech
|
| Pull up hop in the chest and I flee the set
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| To your man dem take turn you to eager fam
|
| Took a trip to visit my ego he told me y’all changed
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| We spoke of where I was headed and from where he came
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| But each inners only beginning what will end the same scene
|
| Good deeds done under liege of evil man
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| The spook will sat by the suit and co-deed his plan
|
| The ma ma Malcolms ma Martins and Smileys selling the portraits
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| Ignore that call on the web via rap and spin
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| Can happen quicker than you quit what’s happenin'
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| That ebb and flow ain’t no hold that’s a fact my friend
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| It all comes backs where it started that pendulum swing
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| And then to initial mental’s intro
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| I intro the other side of the window
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| Look out for
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| Me at the outro giving counsel
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| And wandered down a mountain with a mouthful of powerful symbols
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| The spit to shower the sinful
|
| To make the powerful simple
|
| And chained and collared the cowards to build a tower for kinfolk
|
| Oh shit is that the cycle?
|
| Is that the never-ending spiral that oscillate 'tween deceitful and disciple?
|
| It seems that I cracked the cipher 'tween the peaceful and the psycho
|
| As sure as the pendulum swinging
|
| I exit the telephone booth with my em-b-lem blinging
|
| And everything got a ring to it
|
| And way more likely to ig you than getting into it
|
| Meanwhile i be building a igloo like I’m a inuit
|
| Here’s your golden ticket to catch my solo at the symphony of the infinite
|
| Forgive but not forget
|
| To tighten up the grip
|
| And live without regret
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| Yep |