| I represent for the elevated claim
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| Yeah you know the God’s damn pissed man strain
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| Pop another tab nigga live life brain
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| Am a ever livin God, nigga fuck em man
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| Uh my nigga fuck em man, when yo so glow go like my ege fam,
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| My livin solo age like I’m Peter Pan,
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| Or you a jizz fice fan on the sequel man
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| So you got a piece of God trapped in your soul,
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| That go deeper than the mother fucking human though,
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| Christ conscious shit, living optimal
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| Or the religious bullshit ain’t gots to go
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| Because their niggas can’t read they Biblical
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| They preach lies to the man and fall in love with ho
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| Take a luxury from you niggas now your pockets broke
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| Not a picture in the church fuckin lots of hoes,
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| Uh, and then my mama though
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| 'Cause if I find that out I’m a cop the hold
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| I’m tryin' mother fucking preachin, nigga
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| Then like a christian religion he filled with hoes,
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| Nah, but I don’t kill though,
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| Tryin to save if niggas got sense you know
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| Fuck your church and go blow your smoke
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| Then your religion is here nigga name beast coast
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| Yea if you gonna be coast, well fuck the US and return to the globe,
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| The world is at my hand like a metaphor palm,
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| The more you see light you better keep going
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| I came from the great beyond, from out the light I spawn
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| I ain’t a homo sapien, I’m from the elevated patria.
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| Two red eyes won’t glow and go
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| It’s already eight blue indigo
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| Purple trees like fairy hoes,
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| Yellowsome light radiate my soul.
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| My prism, my prism
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| Light shine through when I’m livin'
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| So different, I’m wishin',
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| Motherfucker know 'cause I’m living eh
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| Orange fire, brown blunts, and the ultraviolet rays beam off the sun
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| To your dead grace, fill her up with love
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| If you open up your heart and unite as one
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| My prism, my prism
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| Light shine through when I’m livin'
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| So different, I’m wishin',
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| Motherfucker know 'cause I’m living eh
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| You know how I feel the way God fucked up,
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| Priceless got the kushed up in the dutch reunited
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| With the most highest righteous
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| Got a pot of gold in my soul leave em blinded,
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| That and the power retrieved form the light
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| Birdman, Clark Kent, superhero on the mic ah
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| Exhale the purp trails, your girl follows and never fails the pimp tails uh
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| Timeless like the mind is fella
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| Closed eye lids, that’s the eyes in rella
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| Thinking to yourself 'cause nobody gonna tell you,
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| You can’t buy joy 'cause they just don’t sell it
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| Sell it, said it two time for your money
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| Use my 3 eyes, just the demise of the villains
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| Pop pop pop third eye fuck it shrina
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| Little like guinea pots 'cause they coulda been a feelin
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| But I stay golden, path I rode in
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| Y’all can’t hold this rhyme with the worst beat
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| Conscious keep calm with some earth wind
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| Vietnam nigga drop bombs and you loose lip
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| Holy Ghost, I’m back in the flesh, resurrected like I never left
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| Architect Imhotep, yes I’m blessed
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| Steal yo bitch cause a nigga up next
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| Use that power up inside ya, divinely create desires
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| Just try it, I bet you noticed the God within can’t deny it huh
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| We some young Messiahs, we triumph, nigga fuck religion
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| Found a better way of living when the light shines through my prism nigga.
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| Two red eyes won’t glow and go
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| It’s already eight blue indigo
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| Purple trees like fairy hoes,
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| Yellowsome light radiate my soul.
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| My prism, my prism
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| Light shine through when I’m livin'
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| So different, I’m wishin',
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| Motherfucker know 'cause I’m living eh
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| Orange fire, brown blunts, and the ultraviolet rays beam off the sun
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| To your dead grace, fill her up with love
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| If you open up your heart and unite as one
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| My prism, my prism
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| Light shine through when I’m livin'
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| So different, I’m wishin',
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| Motherfucker know 'cause I’m living eh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Prism, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Indigoism, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп