| Black is back, black is back
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| Black is back, black is back
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| Black general, five stars minimum
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| Leader of a new school, with his high time pinnacle
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| It’s my time, intervals
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| Punctuate my space like black holes, centerfold
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| Dark matters integral
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| I’m pure star light, contained in material
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| Your soul terrestrial, your name’s immaterial
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| Your fame so mercurial, keep you on your toes like Savion, pivotal
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| I’ll be in the sound booth with crystals and candles
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| Alters and manuals, white dress and sandals
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| and a six packs of Samuel’s
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| I’m not here to judge but
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| You can hear the difference between some raps and some channeling
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| Step your chi up, I’m on another level
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| I’m floating on cloud number seven
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| With granny right beside me looking proudly from heaven
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| With a shroud on her shoulders made from linens
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| Black royals, supreme team order
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| Rockets on Messiah like minute in
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| Lions on the compound, fly with paddles dropped down
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| Never take a step before the path is blessed high ground
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| Frankincense and Myrrh for daily consecration
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| Tunnel vision little concentration
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| I’ll be with them sages, scholars and gilded pages
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| Hieroglyphics highly gifted language
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| I walk with the angels, straight line on the angle
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| Square game watch the sunrise with the faithful
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| Akhis on my left side, with the righteous
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| Chakas in the front with them paws on the rifles
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| I hope you understand me, I’m from a family
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| Those who roam alone will stand for nothing but their fancy
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| On top of the pyramid, free-styling in Giza |