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Individual stars float in an ocean of God. Rocking |
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A pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars |
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Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars |
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Holding me back down to Earth through physical laws |
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Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume |
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Comets flying through space, bringing possible doom |
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Blocking the Sun, bring a holocaust on the world |
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I'm talking back to Father Time. Mother Earth is my girl |
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I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death |
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Watching my step 'cause The Devil's never one to respect |
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Come correct on the studio track, taking it back |
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To the pen and pad. I blast the original rap |
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Brother on the b-boy tip. With Krylon spit |
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I tag the charts with the graphical hits |
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So who you ******* with? Arm, leg, leg to arm, head |
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Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez |
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I be the original son of a *****, hurting your wrist |
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'Cause you spinning my s**t so much the needle skip |
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Flip to the rhythm and reminisce. Remember |
| [00:56.20] |
The days of '94-hip hop was a gift (OK) |
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Words out of her lips came straight from the heart |
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Never prepackaged or bought for negative thought |
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Peddled to consumers, magazines, and rumors |
| [01:05.16] |
Commercial spots turn real artists to looters |
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Precise rap, rock and roll. *****, let's do this |
| [01:09.94] |
I'll float through notes, break beats with my maneuvers |
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Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness |
| [01:14.46] |
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses |
| [01:16.63] |
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications |
| [01:18.92] |
And tribulations of my life of revelations |
| [01:21.18] |
Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness |
| [01:23.56] |
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses |
| [01:25.78] |
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications |
| [01:27.82] |
And tribulations of my life of revelations |
| [01:30.26] |
Speaking to Scorpius making my heart turn to porcelain |
| [01:32.59] |
It used to have a steady beat. Now it's easily broken |
| [01:34.74] |
Mind coasting, train of thought stopped emotions |
| [01:36.93] |
Welling at the core of my being, causing commotion |
| [01:39.25] |
Need to release 'cause the stress'll tear me to pieces |
| [01:41.53] |
My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases |
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The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this |
| [01:46.01] |
I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this |
| [01:48.28] |
Will He help or do I have to do this myself? |
| [01:50.46] |
Alone and confused, the blues burden my health |
| [01:52.67] |
My eyes remain closed 'cause my highs are lows |
| [01:55.17] |
I'm feeling the blows of rain 'cause my pain is cold |
| [01:57.32] |
Now who am I? A man or pawn in life? |
| [01:59.53] |
Living day to day, I pray-am I wrong or right? |
| [02:01.80] |
Losing my mind, so maybe you can help me find |
| [02:04.16] |
The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind |
| [02:06.41] |
Trying to sleep. "Sleep is the cousin of death" |
| [02:08.64] |
Said a wise man from Queensbridge on beats he blessed (Yeah) |
| [02:10.97] |
Trying to rest. Instead, I rest my head |
| [02:13.07] |
On a pillow of hardships-misery is the bed |
| [02:15.42] |
On my back, I lie. I can see the skies |
| [02:17.55] |
Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes |
| [02:19.88] |
And I can't move. Grief won't let me think |
| [02:22.24] |
My soul is dry. I crawl just to take a drink |
| [02:24.43] |
I made you blink, think like invisible man |
| [02:26.66] |
With mechanical hands, trying to reach out to my fans |
| [02:28.94] |
Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness |
| [02:31.49] |
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses |
| [02:33.73] |
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications |
| [02:35.90] |
And tribulations of my life of revelations |
| [02:38.31] |
Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness |
| [02:40.69] |
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses |
| [02:42.66] |
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications |
| [02:44.96] |
And tribulations of my life of revelations |
| [02:47.25] |
Yo, viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words |
| [02:49.52] |
Thicken the plot-I got hidden rhythms and verse |
| [02:51.67] |
I'm loading a hearse. You biting like a Dracula curse |
| [02:54.20] |
I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church |
| [02:56.31] |
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth |
| [02:58.34] |
So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose |
| [03:00.88] |
I'm beginning to win, young man mastering sin |
| [03:03.01] |
Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin |
| [03:05.31] |
I'm flipping the script, walking on a journey and trip |
| [03:07.63] |
On the gurney and missed at the fact that life is a ***** |
| [03:09.77] |
And I'm hating this s**t, losing Blood, making me Crip |
| [03:12.01] |
The stakes is high-bet and I lost the grip |
| [03:14.24] |
Searching for bliss with the razor over my wrist |
| [03:16.45] |
Needing a job, but the drug test checking my piss |
| [03:18.87] |
I'm looking through a window and seeing Immaculate Conception |
| [03:21.32] |
Reborn, piercing my core with seven swords |
| [03:23.62] |
A knight in a war, looking to the eyes of the lord |
| [03:25.63] |
Calculating, want more, seeing the signs of heaven nevermore |
| [03:28.39] |
The last matador riding a pale horse |
| [03:30.52] |
Losing my course, splitting the hairs, causing divorce |
| [03:32.68] |
Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumbled upon |
| [03:35.06] |
Lost jewels of thought thought to be gone |
| [03:37.15] |
Lost forever, I sever ************* with letters |
| [03:39.37] |
Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip |
| [03:41.47] |
From the top of the lip, make a drink, taking a sip |
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Then I'm gulping the s**t, falling deeper in the abyss |
