| Feel my finger paint
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| Color to stimulate ya
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| Rise relate ya
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| Pass in love and 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
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| We feelin safer
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| The liberate to rectify the soul
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| Written in red, green, black
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| Trim it with gold
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| We been in war
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| Hey man we seen it all before
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| Got you feeling the fundamentals of flow toe-to-toe
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| How we battle
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| You can light the shadow
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| Walking with
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| You bring a barrage of marshmallow
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| Yellow
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| Words and word curse
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| Lip style mellow
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| Zion the lion-hearted fellow
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| Bellow
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| Finger paint you can hold the weight
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| When the mind is 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
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| Breakin all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Makin all the songbirds inside me flow
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| Sowing all the seeds that can make me grow
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| And I’m breathing
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| I’m breathing slow
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| Breathe In… Out
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| Feel my finger paint as the world spins
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| Let my finger paint cleanse your sins
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| My finger’s 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 pen
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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 finger-paint on my parabola
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| Supernovas, nebulas, satellites
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| My finger’s paintin' all over the mic
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| My finger’s paintin' lightning when it strikes
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| Bring down the rain, release the pain
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| Master the craft, die ya rocks ya game
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| My fingers paint across all terrain
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| My finger paint penetrates your brain
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| Breakin all the shit that I don’t want to hold
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| Makin all the slumbers inside me flow
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| So in all the seasons can make me grow
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| And I’m breathin
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| I’m breathing slow |