From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya
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what you appear to be, you ought to know
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glycerin tears don't fool me, I tell ya
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delusions plaguing everybody
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Makin that hybrid music back in '90 now it's on ya
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I hear we we're the model for the bad you front, we spawned ya
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finding it hard to come original, we warned ya
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we're shakin the white boys in New York, black girls in California
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we come through hip-hop, drum-n-bass, and dancehall rhythms
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you want our beats and lyrics, you want to get them
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watchin you sink into the depths of opportunism
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missing the point, music's about love not pessimism
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I'm SA moving supreme and on my team
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I rock the mic with a sweet lean
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and you know that stated as a fact
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the only DJ MC gettin' down like that
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metaphorically we are the chief of police, you're rock n roll
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and we're positive you stole more that just the radio
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now it's 2, 1 and we are back in the control
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the jammies are coming, people succumbing cuz we got soul
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Everyone needs to forget upon re-enrty
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orbiting space quantum saints, we're the only
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beginning from a planet so naturally
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gifted in the heart lies our technology
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it's only right, right
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entering in a space of pure delight, light
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next contestant on this jam is, tight
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feels spontaneous you'll improvise, vise
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From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya
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what you appear to be, you ought to know
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glycerin tears don't fool me, I tell ya
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delusions plaguing everybody
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Don't even try it, you don't want to disrespect me
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if dealing with punks was school, I'd have a Harvard degree
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you can't make me hate you no mater how punk you act
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no matter what you do I don't react
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I'm a perfect example of not giving a fuck
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about the catty rude people that just suck
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what do you know all of the sudden, ah I usurp you
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look it up in the dictionary to find out what I do
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I go back to the style I came from
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it's not something you can fake son
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you're a con man who's run is done
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you lead a world wide web of deception
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Everyone needs to forget upon re-entry
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orbiting space quantum saints, we're the only
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beginning from a planet so naturally
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gifted in the heart lies our technology
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it's only right, right
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entering in a space of pure delight, light
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next contestant on this jam is, tight
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feels spontaneous you'll improvise, vise
|
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From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya
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what you appear to be, you ought to know
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glycerin tears don't fool me, I tell ya
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delusions plaguing everybody
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From Chaos
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