There is a thunderstorm outside the window, but electricity is in me
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I write with my eyes closed, I'm almost in a dream
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The spirits of dead rappers are on the beat with me right now
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Fingers on the keyboard like a Ouija board
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Prodigy Mobb Deep. |
Write this mystical couplet
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I have my own personal motive. |
Like an altar in front of you
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You pray over him. |
Unable to move
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Listening to my recitative - clinical death
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They cannot comprehend this secret. |
I am an ordinary person
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But with a microphone, I'm like Zeus in front of the pagans
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By ##th for defeats, for the number of victories
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I'm way above that. |
Yes, I am a space cadet
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In my style, the universe is a thousand planets
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Like stars in the sky at night, candles burn in the dark
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Through all my chakras, speeches will spill on the easel
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After all, I am labeled. |
It will flow on my shoulders from heaven, oh
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All my tracks are like my children
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I don't give a ##th if I decided to offend them, I spoke badly about them
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They don't need my protection, icons or crosses
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This is hell. |
Each one is like Rosemary's baby
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Muse, like sh##ha. |
Inside, I poured everything without g##don
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All I'm interested in is knowledge, lust and bits
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I am hungry inside. |
So look:
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Now this is not a minus e##shit, it's just my stomach asking for food
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This world is built on faith. |
Oh Lord, I'm sorry!
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The holy trinity in fact - sheep, wolves, shepherds
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Usually the first ones are just the loudest of them
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Even if they suddenly cover their mouths with masks
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It's just quarantine, yeah
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Now shut up and sit and
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Do not trust, do not fear, do not ask
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Who is to blame and what to do? |
The answers lie within
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Who is the Devil and who is God, if not you?
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New order. |
I'm so fresh, I'm just out of the coffin, guys
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I've lost my mind and can't find my way back. |
I don't need a crown
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But I'm far from being a gift. |
I put Chernobyl on the map as a mutant
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After all, at any fucking battle, I'll blow your head off on ##th
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They don’t believe in my movement, they say, the time has come, you are superfluous in business
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“Don’t fight? |
Lost", but only now I see the shore
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Getting closer to the goal. |
Who writes tracks to me from above in the skull
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So that you make noise. |
The roof is moving. |
It's just the calm before the storm
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