| The storm blows on by
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| We shall see who hides
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| And when the storm finally blows on by
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| We shall see who hides within the rawhide we call reali-ty
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| And when the storm finally blows on by
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| We shall see who lies
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| Most people hide what they feel inside
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| They avoid the answers, reasons we seek
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| Glorified assumptions, consumptions lead you nowhere
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| Like owning an afro pick with no hair
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| But where these people, the evil just protrudes
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| From their head like corns, torn
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| Between night fall and day
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| The summers go away to what is hidden in the dark
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| Spark some light, spark some fights
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| 'Cause they had to happen to bring change, life works strange
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| I find happiness at the end of my bottle like Kelsey Grammer
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| Hobble to the car and make the front page of this rap book
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| Shine, burning sage within the winds of my circuits of my ass or
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| I live in the winds like electricity, no stars just suns and moons
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| How soon? |
| Can we rock the world to a 4-track tune?
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| I know when the storm blows on by
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| We shall see your eyes
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| And when you just stand and hide
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| We shall see your eyes
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| Know when the storm blows on by
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| We shall see who lies
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| And when we walk the sea finally free from life’s misery
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| Life could be a bad dream, when I woke up everything seems distant
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| Something took over me, everything could be so different
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| But hen again I’ve never been so different
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| So pass that whiskey glass and make this moment last forever
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| Past and present, past is present in my everyday life
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| The past changed today
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| Way, way back
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| I made these tracks so we could meet the exact-ly, yeah
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| When the music is near I give the fake weird looks like get out my face
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| This book is reality, like a piano key
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| I’m in harmony with the beat
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| So take a seat and just watch this teacher teach, the unknown
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| Or better yet leave your mind blown
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| Because you leave your ass zoned in the world cometh-rown
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| Is this underground nation, damn
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| We facing a whole new world, 2000
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| We housing these words
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| These rhymes, this time it’s just for you
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| What the fuck you gonna do?
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| I know when the storm blows on by
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| We shall see who lies
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| And when you just stand and try
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| To stop this you will never lie
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| Within the ways of this justice
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| You never…
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| Ay, ay, ay
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| (Masters of illusion)
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| (Masters of disillusion)
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| (The masters of illusion)
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| (Masters of illusion) |