| It’s that Thundamentalist
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| Boom-bap heavy shit
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| Penning these gems in the age of Aquarius
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| Mind-state's perilous, dialect’s derelict
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| Heretic armed with the text like a terrorist
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| Rhymes I develop climb high like Everest
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| Even if they’re sleeping on your style like a sedative
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| Remember when cats said Jes you lack melanin to make it rapping
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| Now them fellas are backpedalin
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| Heaven-sent words in my tracks set precedents
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| Sorta like elections of the first black president
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| I burn whack messages
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| Learned that from seraphin
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| Challenging my energy, annihilate rhetoric
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| Strikingly evident, precise with the evidence
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| Eloquence fresh from the edge of the precipice
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| Soul like a reverend
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| Dawn the new era in
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| I’m trying to take it to a place where it’s never been
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| Time for the reckoning
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| I’m choosing to flip that nuclear (nucleus?) script
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| That could loosen your grip, kids
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| Lace up your shoes tight, my movement is swift
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| Make moves by the moonlight, the lunar eclipse set to
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| Block out the solar
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| I stare down my foes with a stone-cold glare like a polar
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| Bear fuck a square son I’m outside the box
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| Couldn’t give a toss if ya’ll want to get down or not, cause
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| Even if they’re sleeping on your style like a sedative
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| Develop it, don’t take it as a negative
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| That should never be affecting it
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| Just try and take it to a place where it’s never been
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| Even if they’re sleeping on your style like a sedative
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| Develop it, don’t take it as a negative
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| That should never be affecting it
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| Just try and take it to a place where it’s never been
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| I’ll seduce Mother Earth
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| I’ll flirt with she-demons
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| I’ll burn the streets down
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| Scream 'word' to Team Sequence
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| I burst these speakers when I flex textiles
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| Get the heads dialed, its that
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| Shit you wanna X-File
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| I’ll chill like reptiles, and sit in the sun
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| I spit projectiles like I triggered a gun
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| Run my lip with a rip of my lung
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| More villainous than Attila the Hun
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| I’m the rhythm hittin the skin of the drum
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| (Kick it)
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| No what if this is it
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| Deliver the beat, I’m bringing the heat
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| Flipping a speech, slitting ya gizzards
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| Giving ya blisters, I whistle this is lightning, thunda and flames
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| Whistle killer twisters, summon the hurricanes
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| Tuk’s the name, I’m not chasing a tail it be
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| Serendipity creating this tale for me
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| Full circle, I’m blazing a trail
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| Winds of perfect symmetry inflating my sails
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| Overtaking the snails
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| Pick up the pace
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| This be the haste of life
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| Overstand but understate
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| Yo I take my time
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| Trying to foresee more than the naked eye
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| On the ball and chain
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| From the drought to the falling rain
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| To the cloud that absorbs my brain
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| To them played-out fuckers that sound all the same
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| To the true heads bound for the hall of fame, it goes
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| Even if they’re sleeping on your style like a sedative
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| Develop it, don’t take it as a negative
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| That should never be affecting it
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| Just try and take it to a place where it’s never been
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| Even if they’re sleeping on your style like a sedative
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| Develop it, don’t take it as a negative
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| That should never be affecting it
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| Just try and take it to a place where it’s never been |