| Focus
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| The light hath named you
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| To slice the hammer to them stars
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| Reclaim us
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| To further along the spaceways
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| Yeah that they blast
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| Languages of dances
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| When they gold as dawn
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| For ???
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| The whips whip up fast to slice the air it’s flashy
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| Gilded pharaohs, they’re moving when I’m strapped up
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| With our chains
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| And our wings
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| With our queens
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| From out the water’s wall
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| From Luxor to heavens in the sprawl
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| Cheetah waves clash against the glistening purple cliffs
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| Eurhythmic, a phasing shift
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| The ships that came from Kush
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| Now they’re aimed on a collision
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| Stare with this image being witnessed
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| ??? |
| presented and ???
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| Consistent: Now that’s the comfort of the uninventive
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| But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished
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| Nep
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| Meet us there
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| We’re throwing cocktails at the Führer
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| Blackness is abstracted and protracted by the purest
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| Moderns Cubists or Surrealists
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| To sleep they couldn’t lull us so we synthesise our realness
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| The HQ, so plushiously appointed it’s a crime
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| Forego the conclusions just to find ourself inside
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| Hear sounds pour like golden lakes of time
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| Through satellites imported courtesy of Rupert Neve Designs
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| When faced with such exemplary sonic wealth
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| A lesser rapper must content with lying to himself
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| Complying to his master’s signs
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| A burden’s lifted that bitch shit is never here endeavoured
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| This is protect & exalt
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| Sent at you miscreants
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| Death, that’s my final sentence
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| Glitter (gold)
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| Glitter (gold)
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| Glitter (gold)
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| Glitter (gold)
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| Secrets of gIitter, and gold, there’ll always be a difference
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| This that protect & exalt |