| Still don’t nothing move but the movers nothing shake but the sick
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| They say the same faith that made a snake from a spit
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| Caused the great goat to spit
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| Handle the whip meditation candles is lit
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| Never slip like a man on his dean
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| Dance for the green I make the green eye dance for you
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| Camping in the immaculate sceneries
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| Off of DMT, Ronnie James Dio banging on the Neo level
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| My homie lit the BO peace King to the now
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| Fade away until a later day
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| Instead of hey, we say way (way, way)
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| But still don’t nothing move but the movers nothing shake but the sick
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| Until the day he fade away and break from the kick
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| And the snare, bet I’m there with a plate full of bits
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| I scrape to the bottom gets stick
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| And refill from the bottomless pit never ending
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| Never bending the Bible for shit we get it in then
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| Still don’t nothing move but the movers nothing shake but the sick
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| They say the same faith that brought the great seas to split
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| Cause the homeboy to spit
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| Smooth it out ya’ll smooth it out
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| Smooth it out ya’ll smooth it out
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| Work for the most I that’s the most high
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| Can’t afford to pass 'fore you pass go
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| It’s okay to laugh at your last note
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| And to know that’s your last answer might be your last hope
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| Work for the most I that’s the most high
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| Can’t afford the past to pass go
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| It’s okay to laugh at your last note
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| And to know that’s your last answer might be your last hope
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| Work for the most I that’s the most high
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| Can’t afford the past to pass go
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| It’s okay to laugh at your last note
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| And to know that’s your last answer might be your last hope
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| Work for the most high that’s the most high |