| Planet Earth.
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| Are you there.
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| Are you listening?
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| Well are you prepared?
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| I see mothership connection
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| Deeper into spritual realms in a dimension
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| Leavin some battalion, descending from Orion
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| Travel 'til gone, hear the bust then gone
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| To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel
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| Like a fossil find me subterranean, hard like a pebble
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| In a microscope we still dope, coat me with your resin
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| Analyze, suprise! |
| secret weapon’s always hidden
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| I’m fittin' to decompress, yes
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| Ride to the sur--face, think your best is good
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| I’m blowin' heat up off my chest
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| Don’t need no bulletproof vest, drop the tec
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| I’m selectin' my infinite power claim and reign through intellect
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| Fly on a jumbo jet to Tibet, meet my queen in Benin
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| All about livin' dreams in a tropical scene
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| Doin' my pimp walk leanin' to the side
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| The sky is so wide, I’m feelin' alright, let it ride
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| Yo we travel through radio waves, roll and misbehave
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| We won’t stop until we get done (Jah let me bless ONE)
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| I sit and meditate, let visions formulate
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| Like the Nazarite Sampson (Jah let me bless ONE)
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| We pray and generate power while cowards get devoured
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| You bakin' deep in my dark sun (Jah let me bless ONE)
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| Dicin'(?) ice is the nicest
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| Tight precise as a knife hit, slice like
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| Samurai swords: Man what the price of your life is?!
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| I rock for five-to-lifers
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| Cats wit gats, deadly snipers
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| Little children ridin' they bicycles
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| Guerrilla fightas to the rhyme writers
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| Raft Riders, and math reciters
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| Cat’s holdin' skunk deep off in the blunt wit gingivitis
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| Ignite yo lighter we takin' you higher, fire yo flame
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| We won’t retire no higher than I’d be a liar
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| We walk a live wire, in fact he a tiger
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| Passin' out flyer (s) tryin' to get you to come to the gig
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| Just to admire the rhyme recital that’s vital
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| Ill-percussion that’s bustin'
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| K-G up on the AHH, 1−2, get busy cousin' with the.
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| While we buggin' and zonin' until
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| Six in the mornin we will
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| Rock and shock elevate non-stop, yo
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| Interplanetary vocabulary, peep hypothetical
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| Notions in an ocean, I’m coastin' on every decibel
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| Amp though, stay low, beneath your radar sensory
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| Prepositional phrases conjunct me to infinity
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| I spin eternally, non-physically: invisibly
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| True reality is one that naked eye cannot see
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| In this galaxy I’m pluto, tiny but I’m rudo
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| Flippin' you up on your back, I attack like judo *Whaaooo*
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| Break it down to the atom my long division
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| Is vision of precision of my triple fly blast
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| A decision that the Lord maketh
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| Taketh away and start the will
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| So I chill, crack my seventh seal, thankin' you forreal
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| Cuz you feel «we» with purpose
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| Shinin' in a light
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| We proceed to ignite the mic to shine bright, yo |