This world is my cave
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And the cave molds the background
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of a picture painted by you
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(distorted lyrics that are hard to understand)
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Hey yo it's time
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(Yeah it's time)
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Yeah it's time
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(Hey yo it's time)
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Hey yo it's time
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It's time to clean MTV outta your ears
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And listen up like a good student
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Eyedea and Abilities is here to turn robotic teens back into humans
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I gotta speak til the facts get heard
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I collapse the last fractured nerve
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This is much more than just your average rapper's words
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Passing verbs and laughter hurts
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The passengers in my head flight
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Dead right if a clash occurs that ass get served
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Better luck next life
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I plaster terms to the wall of shame
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Cause their songs are all the same
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Playin, talkin how you platinum on the first record you ever made
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And the underground MCs these days don't seem to make the grade
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Too busy bein bitter bout they situation
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to create a greater way to break their chains
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To that phase
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And I don't trust the major mutt label
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Pets talkin dog shit
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I'll break your neck frame your nuts
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And hang them up in your boss's office
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See me auction off hits easy
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For low prices
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I flow nicest
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Write at night to fight off poltergeists
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Catapult advice
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The hopeful light has defied (?) width of the whole crisis
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Souls like this collide with logic and modestly deposit
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metaphysical greetings
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And I didn't come alone
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Abilities annihilates the Techs while I wreck the microphone
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We're in your zone to keep your earth warm
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And give you what you thirst for
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This is Turntablism and Lyricism
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Imperialism
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First Born
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One
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Eyedea |