[Prince Poetry]
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The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
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Rain support roots that implants the tree
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There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high
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Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
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The sky..
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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..blue, fields green
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Paints a picture that creates a scene
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of the destiny that controls my fate
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Reflections of light, creates shapes
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[Prince Poetry]
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Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street
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When I pass, I go Beep! Beep! Beep!
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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See the black boy over there runnin scared
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His old man runs numbers summers
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Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
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doesn't have a new pair of sneakers
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So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
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when play straight, but not in the leaders
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[Organized Konfusion]
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Hip-Hop pumps inside of Jeeps and cars
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It's daytime but we still peep stars
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Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
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We gotta step, let's, jet!
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk into the sun!
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Love and hate, black and white
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Right or wrong, who is right?
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Some smoke joints to annoint their brain
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to the vanishing point, so they won't go insane
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[Prince Poetry]
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Mother may I? Yes you may
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Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
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I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
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You better call next, and step to the side
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
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I just wanna go on a ride
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on a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..
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[Prince Poetry]
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..individually, we go our seperate ways
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to get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
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Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
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with my boots that I nickname Tim-ber
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Here comes dayfall
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I can remember when we used to chill and hang
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with Paul, Sea..
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[Organized Konfusion]
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
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We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
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Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shoots
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water while we eat fruits
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The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
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the girls display flesh by the way they dress
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[Prince Poetry]
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The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
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of scratches that strike like sticky matches
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Attacking techniques with combinating
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Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
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I bypass Howard, and detour Benson
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Cause I don't really feel like fencing today
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So I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow..
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.. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
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But at the same time, it attacks you
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In this particular era of darkness
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Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this
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trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
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the evil that you walk into the sun
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From what I see it's an addiction
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I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction
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Grab my hand, hold it tightly
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Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see
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Yo, what I said simplistic
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But what I see's not materialistic
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[Prince Poetry]
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My hayfever is actin up, so I took a couple of antihistamines
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WHEW! I got struck with relief
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Now patiently, I wait for the summer
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Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer
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A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach
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Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
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The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from Pros' Peak
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The scenario, where we go pumpin the Alpine stereo
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Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-
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-round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission
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Hittin the streets of New York in zig-zags
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Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named Erald
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who creates with charts
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Central Park swarms with intellectual dialects
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With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs
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So I dip dip dive
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| Listen to the musicians in the park pla |
