I isolate a regime that works twice the pace of your team
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These Jedi mind tricks are no dream
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Kill code receive you do not need to know what you need
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You will be uplinked to the feed
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The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Jermaine
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Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame
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Shuffling down a dark corridor chasing the voice of the orator
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The light brightens more and more
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Your muscles tight and sore you fall to waist height then crawl
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As you are forced to recite bars from Ars Notoria
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What is the origin metaphoric euphoria lobotomize the audience rap music
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Recruited those who refuse it will be uprooted then electrocuted
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Then executed flesh is fluid physically it's a stretch to do it
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You wake up cold wet and wounded playing my music
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The strong believe in me the weak try to weaken me
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They are not allowed to speak to me that easily
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The fans get neglected can't get they favorite record
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They only get to hear what's selected not requested
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They are wasting your time just think about that
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The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
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Wisely worded speech frame and technique and thermal heat
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Bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet
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I rip granite the universe shaped like this planet
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Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged
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Virtuoso Vivaldi Aliester Crowley with a baldy flow
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Flawlessly cathedral halls applaud me
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Red 3 delta they call me in the red army armory talking softly walking
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Calmly the officer saw me cursing at the bastard commy pass the salami
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Rhyming offbeat they poured me caffeine not coffee
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You'll never hear nothing as evil
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As this I carry desert eagles into the cathedral and lick
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My people are sick your people unbelievably bitch
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In Mogadishu counting money inconceivably rich
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A feverish pitch I'll hit you so you bleed where you piss
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I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis
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I see thru the mist I see you faggots weak in the wrist
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I ain't rapping no more Pazienza speak with the fists
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I see the abyss but I ain't going there no more
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I'm too old so I ain't licking in the air no more
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Ayo 'bis who these motherfuckers that's thinking it's war
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In '88 the only white boy spitting it raw
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I kicked in the door I spoke on metaphysics in awe
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But they was too stupid to understand the vision involved
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I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall
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But I'm a ride for you regardless if its business involved
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The Fusion Centre
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