| Looking through one eye to my suprise,
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| the other two see nothing more than an ignorant disguise
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| Show the clarity and sanity from young nigga, free mind
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| I create and redesign while they keep the source alive
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| The living Christ has arised to lead the Gods from demise
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| Ain’t no more suicides
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| I recline inside my lazy boy, floatin' kinda hazy dawg
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| She’s still dressed, take it off for preparation intercourse
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| Demon child I payed the cost never stayed in one lane
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| Switching up through philosophies, elevating my brain
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| Because religious hypocrisies gon make a nigga insane
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| I ain’t an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
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| I’m the reincarnation of a king long gone
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| Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
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| Holocaust, burnin' up all these rappers nigga Napalm
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| Hit a bong get involved, they stop it til we evolve
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| Lawd, reminiscent when I throw the piff in, hopeless wishin'
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| My soul imprisoned by this bogus system
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| Try to follow the school ?,
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| but something was truly missing til a nigga popped a tab
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| and captured a true religion Uh
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| Free spirit and light bearer and peace in meriting flow, Beast
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| Stop staring and just feast you busy talkin' about it,
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| I be transforming lyrics into gold like alchemy Uh
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| And when endowed fuck it I blow the loud put me on a cloud,
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| My reign of they crowned him,
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| picture your wishes your soul intentions
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| and then you’ll get a hold of senses
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| and get your back off fences, a winner,
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| back to the center cause we like as some rational thinkers,
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| blinded by them diamonds
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| But they ain’t gon leave your body with ya,
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| them shoes will probably fit cha cause they chain us mentally,
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| but not this golden entity
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| The truth be shown eventually
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| Came up from the bottom my submarine move full throttle
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| Drinking the after bottle, Celebrate scream the motto
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| Raising up my profits but still counting them commas
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| They see em before we drop em, we take our time nigga stop it
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| Keep up off they topics then sit up inside the cockpit
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| Control this shit in my pocket, it’s nothing my niggas got this
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| I put my heart out then they cop it my soul move like a prophet
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| That real that Ak on that kushy kite
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| Them hoes ain’t got me pissing right,
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| let them niggas feeling jaded re-live,
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| no respirators I came creative
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| Spittin' for the children of Zion, Leo mighty Lion
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| Sunchild be vibrant, glowin' from the ions we icons
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| Came up out the dark and now the fight on, smite
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| Focus got the whole world seekin' knowledge we them prophets,
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| subtopics see with your heart not your optics
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| My soul my compass in conflict, cop it and roll it
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| Headed to the top and I’m not demotin', try test the holy
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| Make you test the sky like a vessel, call me the Shepard Uh
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| Puffin on that Nebula, Mount Everest where I ended up
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| Pop LS on the terrace then I tare it up
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| Reemerge your link to the essence in every sentence
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| Sentence, witness the beheadin' niggas never use their melon |