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As you look from whenceforth I come, riding the wind |
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Thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view |
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I'm descending in helicopters, in a village raid |
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Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade |
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I'm highly intoxicating your mind, when I'm operating |
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On cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms |
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Disintegrate 'em, eliminate 'em, now no one has 'em in battle |
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I display a nuclear ray that'll destroy bone marrow in cattle |
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Thereby destroying the entire food supply |
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That's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies |
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It's ironic when a demonic government utilizes bionics |
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And a six million dollar man to capture me |
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Clever, however, you could never ever begin to apprehend |
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A hologram who's determined to fight solely |
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To defend in wars a land of the holy |
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I threw a rock and I ran |
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'Cause I couldn't stand anymore |
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Within the depths of the sand |
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So don't ask me who's sane |
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'Cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain |
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Oxygen levels, check it, hydrogen levels, check it |
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Nitrogen levels, check it |
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Twenty-thousand leagues down below |
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Minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees |
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Seize the info, gather the archaeologists |
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The aftermath needs to follow this 'cause it's deep |
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Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists |
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A.k.a. Optimus Prime, time, television is dead |
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On this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition |
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Deleting any alias info and descriptive |
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Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision |
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Precision, beams, colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens |
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Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics |
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Uplift spirits and, yo, I hear it's fatal |
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To walk the path of Konfusion, where it's |
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Torture some cherish, while most human-like beings |
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Perish subjected to death |
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Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect |
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Poetical acid is burning up flesh |
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At the end of corridor, do you see me sitting there |
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Johnny more grotesque, literature |
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Somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride |
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Insight, foresight, more sight |
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The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight |
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You feel nauseous |
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Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness |
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Now is the time to stretch |
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Your brain to it's maximum |
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I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am |
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The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand |
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Into dimensions to unlock new doorways |
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And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways |
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And so I play with rhythms for something more than a mere game |
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Enabling me to advance in wisdom |
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Words will exist like vampires |
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No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape |
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With my sanity, in 2010 every man will be |
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Subject to global warming, formless oval |
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Millions of locusts swarming |
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Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme |
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The intelligent one, utilizing the mind, third vision |
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Surrounded by a three-sided figure containing the brain |
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The triggering mechanism from which I strike |
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Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound |
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Which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground |
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The surface will separate dispersing harmful ashes |
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Your optics will not be able to detect |
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The deadly hypnotical gases |
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Damn, it's hard to breathe, but if I got one breath left |
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I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come from the slums of Earth to center, I reveal myself as a beast within an unbreakable shell |
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Walkin' through the doorways of heaven or is this hell? |
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The time is now, right now |
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This is the hour, this is the new dawn |
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This is the new day |
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As I step into the Thunderdome with flows as the wind blows |
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Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases |
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Chemicals mixed, fixed, takin' it to the sixth |
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Round of poetical warfare, energetically I walk with the flare |
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Rampaging like a rock-like figure |
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Throughout the night's atmosphere, I swear |
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My wrist holds, mind-trigger darkness can't overshadow me |
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'Cause of high rate of smashin' you then trashin' you |
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After I'm bashin' you with my hammer |
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Whenceforth passed to me by Odin |
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Occasionally my profile is low-key gamma |
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Rays brainwashed to transforms me |
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But I still withhold my hammer to lift me up |
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For God still is my upliftor |
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I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter |
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Night approaches so I proceed in flight |
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Back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate 'em |
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Translating the codes in hypnotical language |
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Then a theta assault steppin' up, frontin' to be blunt |
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But I'm a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical |
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Mathematical slay slur, punch that |
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Stun that amazes and dazes |
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And phases the stranger |
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With pages of the lost chapters, unfound factors |
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So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land |
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Continue with reading your equilibrium |
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With concepts that confuse ya, metabolism's fallin' off |
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Data consider oblivion |
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Now as I walk through the valley of death |
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Ignorin' the battle lashes and gashes and rashes |
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The atom smashes |
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'Cause I released the last hypnotical gases |
