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This is for the I.M. Culture |
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A poor pauper's offering for the alter |
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The 'C' of Tranquility, I'm a show 'em what I see |
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The 'C' of Tranquility, I'm a show 'em what I see |
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[Hook:] |
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The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be? |
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What does the future hold? What do you really see? |
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I see a revolution in the industry |
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That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically |
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The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be? |
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What does the future hold? What can you really see? |
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I see the partition of God's religion |
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Become united by our bars and our common visions |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Been a long time, spittin' long rhymes, but I never left you |
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Always came back bustin' rhymes that were special |
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Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth |
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Nowadays, I'm just confessing in the booth |
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The Golden Era of Rap will always be apart of me |
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The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me |
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My destiny is calling me, the armory of God is guarding me |
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But all you can see is holographic artistry |
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Rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist |
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The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets |
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The music is magic, what is this madness? |
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The stanzas are rites of passage, your left brain habits become your baggage |
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The masses become savage, roaming the streets with torn fabrics |
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Creativity is less than average |
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Every baby is born a bastard, so why did you have it!? |
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This question requires no answer, I understand it |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Through my music, magic, and inoculated interaction |
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Rip the Jacker shows you the future in fragments |
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Through madness my view is expanded |
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Request passage, permission is granted, I'll introduce you to the language of dragons |
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To help balance near impossible trances in the labyrinth of the enchanted |
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Where air quality is unbearably rancid |
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From evil spirits, temperatures frigid |
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I cross wooden bridges over methane rivers, it sounds crazy, but listen |
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Concise lyrics strike down from the heavens |
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A titan like Mike Tyson, Beastmaster with a tiger and pigeon |
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A four finger ring with a eyeball in it for vision |
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Cause I ain't scared of no 9 foot 11 winged lizards |
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I'm known as the Ripper, my soul was delivered to a wizard |
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For spiritual slave labor in a prison |
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My life is my sentence, so I live it |
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But I studied the physics and understand it, so it's only a visit |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Combinatrix, anything of this persuasion is considered ageless |
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Beyond the matrix |
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Beyond time displacement of space & spaceships in oasis |
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Beyond the reach of human contemplation |
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The music is layered, not computer generated |
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A human made it to satisfy unusual cravings |
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The mystic in a room with crystal walls & floors |
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Looking into a crystal quartz orb, reciting lyrical law |
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That cause warm feeling sensations precipitating from the finger tips |
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To the arms, to the lips, to the jaws |
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To a gold tongue that spits to the tone of the drum |
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With the oxygen that flows down the throat to the lungs |
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Till every color of my Chakra glows brighter than the Sun |
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YOU and I become WE, WE become ONE |
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And the Clarity of Singularity has begun |
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Between zero point zero and zero point one! [echoes] |
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[Hook] |
