| Feel my fingerpaint
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| Color to stimulate ya
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| Rise relate ya
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| Passin over nature
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| Rhymes to break ya take ya
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| Up to the maker
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| Away from the pain we feeling safer
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| The liberator rectify the soul
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| Written in red, green, black trimmed with gold
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| We’ve been in war,
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| Hey man we’ve seen it all before
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| Got you feelin the fundamentals of flow
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| Toe-to-toe holla battle
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| Creepin bout the shadow
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| bring a barage of marshmellow, yellow
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| Burbs and words curse slip style mellow
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| Zion the lion hearted fellow, bellow
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| Fingerpaint, you can hold the weight
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| When the mind in great then the soul create
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| I reperate like I’m water when I change my state
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| Mindscape to the next levitate, (tate)
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| Breaking all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Making all the song words inside me flow
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| Sowin all the seeds that can make me grow
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| And I’m breathin, I’m breathin slow
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| Breaking all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Making all the song words inside me flow
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| Sowing all the seeds that can make me grow
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| And I’m breathin, I’m breathin slow
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| Breath in, out…
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| Feel my fingerpaint as the world spins
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| Let my fingerpaint cleanse your sins
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| My fingers paintin all colors on your skin
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| See my reflection in my brother my twin
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| I’m sparkin a light to your soul deep within
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| You can hear the echo when I drop my pin
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| The children hold hands under the rainbow
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| Everywhere we go we bring the same flow
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| Feel my fingerpaint on my parabola
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| Supernovas, nebulas, satellites
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| My fingers paintin all over the mic
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| My fingers paintin lightning when it strikes
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| Bring down the rain, release the pain
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| Master the craft to die and rise again
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| My fingers paint across all terrain
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| My fingerpaint penetrate your brain…
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| Breaking all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Making all the song words inside me flow
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| Sowin all the seeds that can make me grow
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| And I’m breathin, I’m breathin slow
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| Breaking all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Making all the song words inside me flow
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| Sowing all the seeds that can make me grow
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| And I’m breathin, I’m breathin slow
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| (Repeats over and over…) |