| Scalin' buildings with my fingers
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| These fingers stuck in your third eye
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| As i gotcha paralyzed, the harbinger
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| Bad tidings residing in limbo
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| Until nightfall i might crawl outta the shadows in your sleep
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| Cuz my wristbone’s connected to the hand bone’s connected to the
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| Jizz nasty i can never let it walk on by
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| Why do i feel so high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor
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| Cybernetic snake charmer
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| All you can get
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| Your sweat glands and pores in your skin
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| Release spores from within leviathan
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| Can’t hang unless you swing by the neck
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| Untempered instrumentals got you smooth
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| As a Lincoln Continental’s cruise
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| Your core bruise until your spine and
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| Press rewind too many times
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| And catch several shurikens
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| To your mind and soul as i swallow it whole
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| I see you grippin on
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| Cybertron optimist call me crypticon
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| Synchro on quartz tryin to thwart the impending doom
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| Howlin' like coyotes at the moon
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| When its almost high noon niggas swoon like ninjas
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| Unite west coast avengers
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| Drift on swollen member
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| Sparkling crackling
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| Tackling stacked assailants
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| Medievel magicians practice under heavy surveillance
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| The ultimate quartet indestructable unpredictable
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| Symbolic sorcerers collaborate with one trick to pull
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| The trick is to focus
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| Make millions from swollen billions
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| Seek the weak and destroy
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| Soldiers controlling civilians
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| Deploy the daredevil dimension
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| Competition cringes
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| They couldn’t get open if they came equipped with hinges
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| Addicted to dope injected by swollen syringes
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| This flame thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes
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| I’m ill suffer from constant hot flashes
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| Bad rock annihlates violator retaliates
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| Vertibreaker will mutilate
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| Ghost causing sirens
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| Hands of hostility strangling evil tyrants
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| Who worship the power plant i’ve seen many strange things
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| Protect the sacred circle and beware of the changelings
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| Move the masses changing your acetone mono
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| We’re high tech phonos slash ???
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| Labyrinth spreading chaotic activity
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| Wide open door frivolling away like cumulus clouds
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| Your a black rose lost in my black flag
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| Motel strange corridors
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| With the only sensor receptacles receiving technical difficulties
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| Mics philiac ???
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| No gimmicks
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| A patch over your left eye
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| While the venomous
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| Serum leaks in your heart print
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| Indent a paragraph and the message is sent
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| Transparent sentiments
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| That are radioactive
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| And leave a fritz like apocalypse
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| Leaving the former ???
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| Attempt your consciousness like triplets
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| Back to back to back like ???
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| In a foreign country we still excavate doves
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| Isolate you to a torture
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| Merchants in my village
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| Remains of no life just cold breezes and past souls
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| Mistaking fake saviors
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| Blessed in his own castle
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| Now its just relics left back ???
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| And the color is tinted
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| Enter the uncensored center of Lord Magenta
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| A member of Mensa doctor mind bender
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| Middle earth fabric tearer
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| Like Serpentor, my crushed velvet cape drags through the quicksand, at long last
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| And scribe masters with poison penmanship
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| Summer equinoxes and winter solstices shift liquid land
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| I lift my crooked hands and orchestrate
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| The blatant containment of force so florescent
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| You’re surely asking for your melting pot
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| To be a meeting spot
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| For contaminate contestants
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| Even Nostradamus couldn’t predict these Nosferatus
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| With advanced sharpened lance and pierce you |