| I started walking with the birds
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| Wishing we’d never die
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| Never be lost and gone
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| If we levitate
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| Or we reach the sky
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| All a lie
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| All my life
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| I always wondered why
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| If the promises of the gods
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| Is just flaws of the human mind
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| Human lives depreciated
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| Molecules is vibrating
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| ‘Til they alleviated
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| The face of everything
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| Everywhere is forever changing
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| So why, bottom-line
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| Technology won’t be the spaceship
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| That’s on some outer-space shit
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| Right now
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| If heaven don’t exist
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| Then it don’t mean it won’t
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| It’s just the next ledge of evolution
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| That we could hope
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| They build the data
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| Build a ladder
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| Then we rise up
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| Sing it, black
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| Spin it back
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| A puzzle ‘til they wise up
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| But they won’t listen
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| I’m spitting
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| Rapping tradition
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| The vision of every human in history
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| Wizen, living
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| It’s gold dust
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| But, Larry King
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| Hellion gold rush
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| That’s when I begged and I tried
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| And they had me
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| Choked up
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| Murder every journalist
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| They won’t hear a word of it
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| Tell ‘em what I could see
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| In the asphalt
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| They heard of it
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| Why David Mamet
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| Don’t lie
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| You deserving it
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| Spitting truth in the
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| Cracks of the asphalt
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| They heard of it
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| Movement 2 — In Movie ‘2001
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| Dave, Stop, Stop, Dave, Stop, Dave, Stop, Get up
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| Set trips in visual clips
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| Several fits to launch scripts
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| This monolith in blur
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| Tap matter format shattered
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| The attic swells all parallel data lost
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| This black orbit is flushed
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| Dust settle on plan Z your planet is stumped
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| In a trance to cause puppets to run amuck
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| Controlling terror in an era that’s pushed back
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| Steps through the mirror while reality cracks
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| Shift
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| Hate to pretend
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| Surrender time and again
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| The possibilities insist, it’s never an end
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| Dream seems to be shattered from jump
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| Your looking at me
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| I’m looking at you
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| Do we need to agree?
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| Memory banks flooded gut human condition
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| All premonition is lost here but nobody listens
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| If you watch
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| Then the words just come alive
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| And the dream
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| Feel real in a lullaby
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| Why I’m spending my life
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| Telling them otherwise
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| If she dies
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| Then I’m live on the other side
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| So I drive all night
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| Just to tell ‘em
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| Maybe if they see it
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| Then the world won’t dead ‘em
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| Ghosts in they heads
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| And they just won’t listen
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| So I’m back on the block
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| In the ‘Lac
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| With a mission
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| I’m a spit a shortwave transmission
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| Interrupting the Hellions
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| On the television
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| Floss when they living
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| Lost in the myriad lies of politicians
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| Lost in the prism
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| All I really want
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| Is birds in the junipers
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| If the world don’t stop
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| From the Lucifers
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| I’ll be happy that they
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| Live in the universe
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| Eternally yours
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| Waiting here for Jupiter
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| Movement 3 — Resurrect Dead
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| Plus, back home
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| I never answer the phone
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| I’m all alone
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| South Philly Hellion Thugs
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| Like a Terrordome
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| Never known
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| Sleep with the birds
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| ‘Til they send me home
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| Knight-Ridder
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| Nightmare
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| Nighttimes, I’m dead and gone
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| With all the lights out
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| The birds is chirping
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| I’m steady working my life out
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| That’s that accordion
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| Humming before the night’s out
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| ‘Cause when they send ‘em
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| To get me
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| They read my rights out, black
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| Then it’s lights out
|
| Secure the blast door
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| Or flee the country
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| With money
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| And just a passport
|
| The Grinning Man
|
| Is just spinning inside the Task Force
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| So, I don’t want to be
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| Asking him what the mask for
|
| That’s what the last bol
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| This ain’t Bradbury
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| This ain’t Roddenberry
|
| It’s just a matter of fact
|
| This isn’t monetary
|
| The monastery is a Hellion Cult
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| That’s out to get me
|
| Out to wet me
|
| With a million volts, and uh…
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| All anyone ever told me is, «Yo, it’s copasetic»
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| Santiago, Chile
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| To New York City
|
| Or Back to Philly, I’m
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| Working on a scheme
|
| A dream for the millions
|
| Phenomenon that I seen
|
| About the Hellions
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| Ideology
|
| Scream Phoenix
|
| And they just tell me I’m
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| All lost in cinema
|
| Instead of writing my senators
|
| I’m inventing a new way
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| Of telling them
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| How they ended up
|
| Lost in the newspapers
|
| Too late for sending up
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| I don’t want to be
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| Hit by the union goons
|
| They setting up
|
| All anyone ever told me is, «Yo, it’s copasetic»
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| Movement 4 — On Planet Jupiter
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| Back to life again
|
| Back up on the corner spot
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| Either on the block
|
| Back on the mic again
|
| Ghost in your soul
|
| Still just a likening
|
| Still feel the world in my face
|
| And it’s still frightening
|
| Lush Vida supreme
|
| Where Jupiter was still a dream
|
| In a gas giant
|
| Last of the Ibrahims
|
| Last of the Philistines
|
| Everybody still alive
|
| Ghost in the kerosene
|
| Celebrate the Eloheim
|
| Whatever you wanted
|
| I gave it to you readily
|
| My head is full of ghosts
|
| Science is ahead of me
|
| Melody in the atoms
|
| Vibrating and they telling me
|
| It’s still possible but I’m tired
|
| The drive dead in me
|
| Resurrect the legacy
|
| And I’m a be there
|
| My sister gon' be there
|
| My mother gon' be there
|
| The birds gonna be there
|
| The birds gonna be there
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| The birds gonna be there |