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[Killah Priest]
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The mind, Heavy Mental, Jesus Christ is, Heavy Mental
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Everything brings in, Heavy Mental day, the day you will experience something
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Heavy Mental, never done, Heavy Mental..
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Information begins the gathering
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starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
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between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
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you don't need any passport, all you need is a thought
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suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
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the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
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the brain begins to process as we start the conquest
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from out the physical bondage, the thought
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launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
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now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
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as we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
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seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
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I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
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so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
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as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
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don't look back why, cause we're almost there
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just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
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now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
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beyond the measure of yards
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you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
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pick up quasars inside the radar
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as we're going far past any astronaut
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moving so fast in this aircraft
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everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
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the blast turns glass into rocks
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at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
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till I become a beam of gas
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and travel through a extreme draft
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unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
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out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
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giant antennas, high tech space cameras
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or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
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not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
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I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the U.S. bar code
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now I'm on Allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
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where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
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to give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
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and explode through the mysterious black holes
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deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
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to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental)
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I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
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my sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
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so you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
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therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
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my teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
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take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
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as we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
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repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
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the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
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wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
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destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
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takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
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ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
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as we cruise going into magnitude
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as we break up into a multitude of molecules
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going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
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as, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
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that's supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
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changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
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kissing Christ at the last supper
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grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental)
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I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
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in the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
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the solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
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I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
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into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium
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escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
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meditating to the soft note of a violin
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I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue
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for the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
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there existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)
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a phenomenon from out of the matrix
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the world looks at me with envy and hatred
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just because I appear to them half naked
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rising into a spaceship
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with an arm full of solid gold bracelets
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a phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)
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now the only time (Heavy Mental)
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the only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)
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only time, you could have
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jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (Heavy Mental)
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rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)
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yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)
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stop the tape (Heavy Mental)
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(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental
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Heavy Mental
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| Killah Priest |
