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Because now they know themselves Because they know from Wednesday care When we meditate, what is the word we use? om I want you to try this, let's all try together And when you do this I want you to try to find the area That is giving you the sensation Om Inside your head Point blank, right between the eyes Any fool could get it so don't be too surprised guys More funner than a clown with a gun Run for the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun om To the brain right between the eyeballs Anybody could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all More dumber than a clown with a gun Pound your drum to the sound of the sun If you saying that I ain't nice you better think twice I've been in my room psyched, with the mic giving advice Plans of giving my life to the game They saying that I'm insane, attention I'm not paying My vision and my brain are coming soon enough I'm pursuing moving musical drugs The rap game newest plug I got the fire, you'll be higher off of one hit Others getting smothered, I came to cover 'em up quick I told them that son sick, they ain't believe Went in with the bob and weave and got the profit in the sleeve They pocketing off of me? alright I'll let it be They'll see in the soliloquies, they ain't with me mentally Born in a different league so they see me differently Who would've seen this simple teen featuring in magazines Me, all I really need in the end Me and intuition rolling through thick and thin To the dome right between the eyes Anybody could get it so don't be too surprised guys More funner than a clown with a gun Running for the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun om In the head right between the eyeballs Anyone could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all More simple than a clown with a gun Pound your drum to the sound of the sun Am I being idolized? or am I a pair of idle eyes? I look into the sky, a wise beam of light replies Telling me the rain's coming in a sec I still question it, I'm storming passed the rest, then My mind gets to restin', gotta stay deprived of the stressin' Thought it's hard and I'm relying on blessings I keep my mind set in a setting that I can dream So all the positive things attract more than queens and dreams Gotta balance out the give and take, cause I made a couple of mistakes I know you can relate, but now I'm tryna live great So I guess I gotta give what it takes and I'll live with the greats Passed the oppression, I fell back now I'm not stressin' Materials reign imperial, this lifetime's lesson And it's quite interesting 'cause everybody's spines getting lessened With they mind and they relying on weapons So now we seeing death in a frequent rate But if I keep light working I could change the pace My ascension's got my visions in a different space Divine grace, wise in a high state Straight to the dome right between the eyes All of y'all could get it so don't get too surprised guys More funner than a clown with a gun Running from the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun om In the head right between the eyeballs Anyone could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all More simple than a clown with a gun Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (Sir Octagon) It's an area that vibrates when you do, om It vibrates, and it vibrates the melanin In your third ventricle (hold on, hold on) That vibrates (what a queen is that) your pineal gland (okay, okay) I see your Maxi dress girl you looking good Your pineal gland is a gland (aye) responsible (For real though, you looking fine in that dress, nahm sayin'? laughs) For your spiritual (hol' up, hol' up, hol'up, hol' up, hol' up)
Writer(s): Daniel Thompson, Markel Ni Jee Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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