| Through meditation I program my heart
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| To beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
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| I burn seven day candles that melt
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| Into twelve inch circles on my mantle
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| And spin funk like myrrh
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| And I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns
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| Letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
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| Niggas be like spinning windmills, braiding hair
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| Locking, popping, as the sonic force
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| Of the soul keeps the planets rocking
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| The beat don’t stop when, soulless matter blows
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| Into the cosmos, trying to be stars
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| The beat don’t stop when, Earth sends out satellites
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| To spy on Saturnites and control Mars
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| Cause niggas got a peace treaty with Martians
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| And we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish
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| Like «sho' nuff» and «it's on»
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| The beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes «ohm»
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| And I roam through the streets of downtown Venus
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| Trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis
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| But they don’t want no penis in Venus
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| For androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free
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| And they neither men nor women be
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| But they be down with a billion niggas who have yet to see
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| That interplanetary truth is androgynous
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| And they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
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| And niggas be like, «Whattup?» |
| and talking Mars
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| Cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home
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| The universe remains our center, like «ohm»
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| I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
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| And mistake meteors for stars cause I can’t hold my liquor
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| But I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole
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| And play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul
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| Blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
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| Giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
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| And we be beating infinity over sacred hums
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| Spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
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| And Jesus comes everytime we drum
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| And the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun
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| And out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
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| And out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
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| And out of darkness comes the… |