| Yes
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| In the flesh
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| That’s me
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| Thavius motherfucking Beck
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| Cracking the shell
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| One layer at a time
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| Imma talk to you
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| Yeah, a hermit for quite an extended spell
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| Finally shedding my external shell
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| A kernal, popped on a stop through hell
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| I spit infernos and bump like braille
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| Trumpin' meek chumps and weak prose
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| Bypass foes with high blast radius flows
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| Worldwide impact started with a crack of a speaker cabinet
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| Once enacted
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| It goes and can’t be redacted
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| These explosive improvised 'plosives
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| Dealt in lethal doses
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| Suppose it’s deep under dirt where they fertilize roses
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| Stuck in a state of stasis
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| On the wrong side of osmosis
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| Looking at the mental oasis
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| Filled by the few with the knowledge that predates Moses
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| But I suppose it’s outside your purview
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| Babe and the suckling, up past curfew
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| Pray to the ones who seek to pervert you
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| Tweak and desert you, weak with no virtue
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| The leeches hurt the inert who allow it
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| Knowing that they won’t do a damn thing about it
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| See me suffer that fate? |
| I doubt it
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| Identify bullshit quick and reroute it
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| Or simply remove self from it
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| On a quest toward a self-defined summit
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| I see many plummet
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| Give from the soul in the pit of their stomach
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| And get nothing from it
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| But the truth is voids aren’t filled
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| With hollow pursuits of shit that ain’t real
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| So don’t follow suit, exercise free will
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| Do what you must to make your life just
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| Cracking the shell
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| One layer at a time |