[Chorus: Frukwan]
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It gets deep, think that you can stand it?
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It gets deep, would you rather be branded?
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I know I don't, cause things ain't what they seem
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And nowadays, know what I mean?
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[Frukwan]
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Yo, articulate metaphors, flows forever more
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Energized in a mobile spaceport, antiquity
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Man dies in his own eniquity
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Cast the fluids to over heat
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Shadow the boundries, but yet complete
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My mental state escapes gravity
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Charge the earth like a battery, one planet to settle
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I nut in the Earth to raise the sea level
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A mass tons of rocks melt the boil
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Up rooted through trees who leaves drip oil
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My science is logic, generate his face like tectonic plates
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Engraved in a thousand foot wave
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Ambriotic mitosis begin to rub
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A live sea air particles in a clog of blood
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Diluted in mix, stripped of his richest resources
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Evident remain, we traced the courses
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Symbolic air lights with no appetite or thirst
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A walking curse, that happened in the earth, ahhh! yo, yo
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[Chorus x2]
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[Frukwan]
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Abroad my peaks to release degrees of acid
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Total the sun for every year that passes
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I trigure land slides and tsunamis, remove the world armies
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Blow steam through the canyon walls of Mohammad
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Travel through spaces of comet, invade
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Celestial bodies in the bloodstream against the coral seas
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Invent medicine to heal wounds
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Real tombs before the earth started to bloom
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Makin' projects of illuminant objects buried deep in the closet
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I exist to show the greatest story ever told
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Dingilin' in complex where at the seat of raw meat and pigs feet
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Never being released, psycological depression
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Loss identity and dimension with no comprehensions
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So I close my eyes and rest my head
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And travel light years instead
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Combine the force, a dark matter crashin'
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Cause and effects that cause chain reactions
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[Chorus x2]
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[Frukwan]
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My direction consists of perfection
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Oppositions listen to the lessons
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Taught and brought up by, by decievin'
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Illusions casts for those that believe in
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False subtracts that catch the weak change into wicked
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I kick it to teach, being able to reach my beloveds
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Born below those, Frukwan rose above it
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Being able to gift it and uplift it
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And able to blind and see tricks to untwist it
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Back by a brother that absorbed his words
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Shape and mold, the song only sung by the birds
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My culture is natural, sactuated actually
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Degrees brought about by you and me
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Mind over matter shatters the evil
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Heads are dead if you live thorugh the needle
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Lords are nature, crate that await you
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Arrival, the survival of the fittest makes more
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Problem for solvin', identity revolvin'
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Character support, yo that's involvement (What? Yo)
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[Chorus x4]
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Know What I Mean?
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Gravediggaz |