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(feat. DUST, Susan Suh) |
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[Verse 1: Zion] |
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Feel my finger paint |
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Color to stimulate ya |
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Rise relate ya |
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Pass in love and nature |
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Rhymes to break ya, take ya |
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Up to the maker |
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Away from the pain |
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We feelin safer |
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The liberate to rectify the soul |
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Written in red, green, black |
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Trim it with gold |
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We been in war |
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Hey man we seen it all before |
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Got you feeling the fundamentals of flow toe-to-toe |
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How we battle |
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You can light the shadow |
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Walking with |
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You bring a barrage of marshmallow |
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Yellow |
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Words and word curse |
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Lip style mellow |
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Zion the lion-hearted fellow |
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Bellow |
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Finger paint you can hold the weight |
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When the mind is great, then the soul create |
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I reperate like I'm water when I change my state |
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Mindscape to the next levitate |
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[Chorus] |
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Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold |
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Makin all the slumbers inside me flow |
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So in all the seasons can make me grow |
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And I'm breathing |
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I'm breathing slow |
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[Pre-Verse: Zion] |
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Breathe In...Out |
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[Verse 2: DUST] |
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Feel my finger paint as the world spins |
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Let my finger paint cleanse your sins |
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My finger's paintin' all colors on your skin |
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See my reflection in my brother, my twin |
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I'm sparkin' a light to your soul deep within |
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You can hear the echo when I drop my pen |
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The children hold hands under the rainbow |
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Everywhere we go we bring the same flow |
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Feel my finger-paint on my parabola |
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Supernovas, nebulas, satellites |
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My finger's paintin' all over the mic |
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My finger's paintin' lightning when it strikes |
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Bring down the rain, release the pain |
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Master the craft, die ya rocks ya game |
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My fingers paint across all terrain |
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My finger paint penetrates your brain |
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[Chorus: til end] |
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Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold |
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Makin all the slumbers inside me flow |
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So in all the seasons can make me grow |
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And I'm breathin |
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I'm breathing slow |