| A little birdie told me that one day I would be great
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| She caught my wishing on a cloud, wondering bout' my fate
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| I can’t believe that you’re the one
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| I always thought the chosen child would manifest into a sun
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| Hm Okay.
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| So they were wrong
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| I never felt an ??? |
| radiate this strong, for this long
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| I bet you knocking out enemy’s cold like Sonny Liston
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| Firing like pistons from here to istan-Bull
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| Shit…
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| Its kinda' dope how you chose this form
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| Did they tell you that you sitting on a portal yet
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| Told you that your family blood line is immortal yet
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| That you’re womb ain’t nuttin but that good fertile soil yet
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| I know that this is just a 13 revolution
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| But I thought you should be queried to the secrets of you’re Constitution
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| They say the small ones are much larger fighters
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| So I guess it makes sense you rather tiny like the Lilliputians
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| It’s just proved from what the gods knew that first night
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| The one that will save em' will be revealed at the first light
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| That the dime would bring the song bearer of the world
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| And that, that child would end up being you
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| Little girl
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| I was flabber-Gasted to say the least
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| She told me all you have to do was look towards the east
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| See that black hole, right behind that quasar
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| Honey you were that old, sending off you’re blinking radar
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| With your first thought you came into being
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| And right after that small feet you were seeing
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| Not with your optical, that’s just illusion
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| Painted pretty visions playing tricks on the fools and
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| Babes who don’t know any better like they’re loosing
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| Suggest you think real long and hard while you choosin'
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| This is for the wineo’s abusing
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| Brown bagged sorrows why hopes are just intrusions
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| False promises of self worth in seclusion
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| They don’t want that, they want you
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| They don’t know it yet, but don’t you?
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| You knew it like you knew the back of you’re black hand
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| That you held the keys to the freedom of the black man
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| With your sixteen commandments and magic wand
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| They can’t resist the melody of you’re ill swan song
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| I know that you’re afraid to leave behind you’re first birth place
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| But know it’s time to take your travels into outer-space
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| But, it’s just just.
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| Little old me
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| I cannot leave behind everything that made me
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| The water that bathed me
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| The elders that raised me
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| The sacred geometry that opened and saved me
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| The illusions, illusions
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| This whole world is made from
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| Your mind is the womb the universes came from
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| You created everything and nothing you forsee’d
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| And now you learned the lesson that thing is a thing
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| So speak now, or forever hold you’re peace
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| Detach from this place and surpass beyond reach
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| You came through this world to use your sound waves to teach
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| And now you must act or you’re contract will be breach
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| I mean brief
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| The time now is short
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| Close your eyes and let the darkness be your transport
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| You know the way, the codings in you’re DNA
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| Just remember when you’re mission is fulfilled
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| We will celebrate
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| Until then, you’re Journey is incomplete
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| But the victory is sweeter than the stench of defeat
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| Now make haste
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| And embark on you’re search
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| By the way, I forgot
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| The planets name, is old earth
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| Earth? |
| (echo out) |