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Yo, the son of genius out the womb of an Immaculate lady |
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From the Tigris and the Euphrates |
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Study endplates, slangin' crack in the 80's |
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Tainted the black in our babies |
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My religion is Brand Nubian, the sunshine raised me |
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From platinum to shrapnel parts, I laugh at charts |
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Gave the world math and arts to craft the sharp |
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Lead you to the temple door the path is dark |
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Fill ya mind wit gold I never sold I have the spark |
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I make music for spiritual reasons |
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Inhale wit the heathens deeply possessed |
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The smell of death in the regions |
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The source of the murderous force that you are receivin' |
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Was the value of the relics that I left for retrievin' |
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These jams in Bethlehem the people believin' |
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Three Wise Men got their eyes on the sky this evenin' |
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All they see is purple smoke from the lye we breathin' |
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When the pen bleed don't think the Hebrew scribe is grievin' |
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It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens |
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The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods |
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Yo, I send the Earth miracle rain from the spiritual plane |
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You a comedy king, had an hysterical reign |
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So you being a king to me... that's unbearable shame |
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So I'm back, gimme my crown and you wearin' my chain |
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Kamachi in different languages, you hearin' my name |
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Stay on my comp to reign |
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Like the Moors when they conquered Spain |
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Moon and Aries - Sun and Aquarius |
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Gemini risin', flow so mysterious |
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Look at my legacy, the landmarks in my areas |
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So many priceless jewels, marble interiors |
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Ain't no question whose art is superior |
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Witch doctor medicine for musical malaria |
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Yeah I'm here ain't no fearin' my aura |
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They say the wise die like old Prophets holdin' the Torah |
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And gangstas go one shot thru the fedora |
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This for my ock's makin' salat readin' the surah |
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They say the speech is pure |
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I wrap the mind map of a street explorer |
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That's tryna reach Aurora - Borealis |
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Three long hits from the chalice |
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Make you zone from the project steps to a palace |
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C'mon... |
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It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens |
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The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods |
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Yo, I'm still shinin' like the stars feel free at night |
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They on their grind tryna find how I see the light |
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Black cabalist studyin' the Tree of Life |
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Mystical degrees I write, enlighten emcees tonight |
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Thru the mind of God is how I recieved the mic |
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Wit three 7's that could rearrange a heathens life |
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Livin' proof the truth, you couldn't believe the hype |
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Wrestle wit Michael made the chump Angel leave the fight |
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It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens |
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The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods |
