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Masterful metaphors/ my craft leaves the blasphemous Babylon whore blasted on the floor/ The outlaw amongst the lawlessness/ fallen, but knowledge lifts/ through lies and ignorance taught through colonists politics/ You hollow man, these are hologram hieroglyphs/ prophetic piro spit/ Eyes lit like two halogens lighting my path/ My aftermath that of the doctor levitating on top of the mountain/ I pour these ounces from this fountain of life embedded/ Rap and they say that I’m gassin that supreme unleaded/ Gilatine, get beheaded by this new Joc swing/ left chopped like rocks to fiends/ and praise Jah like a Rasta, ain’t no stoppin this team/ Got the juice like I’m Pac after he shot Raheem/ times 2, I am Q up on that rooftop scene/ We the raw and unseen/ Author the flow as if I’m sowin a seam..

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The master (repeat)

Poetic Opus’ of dope, quote the vocalist/ provoke thought hope droppin in doses/ Life for comatose kids provoking a life bid/ wit a new gig as slave labor in the prison biz/ I went to see the Wiz, found out that devil’s a lie, and the whole time the powered lied in I/ In the Most High’s image in the mirror I’m seeing Him eye to eye, peering through these sphereacles/ the spiritual in disguise/ Designs from the mind where the miracle lies/ imperial lines, lined wit the signs of the times/ Rhyme earth, wind and fire combined, my star shine/ Aligned wit my partner in crime, we still killin it/ Ill for the skill of it, as real as it gets/ Build and restore the feelin playa kneel for the vets, salute/ To all the fallen as a part of the scheme/ I’m like a Malcolm Luther X, King recognize King

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Shift the paradigm, tip the triple beam/ kick a scheme causin ripple effects affecting the scene/ Wit a rhyme really only through introspection is seen/ from a minds intellect connect to celestial beings/ Supreme vessel/ 16’s hit ya like a special 38/ put emcees up on that first 48/ This the rebirth of the great/ verses elevate/ and reverberate like an earthquake/ breakin down, building/ Destroy decoys, restoring the feelin/ No ceilings/ Joc been rockin, we top billin/ Out late, block chillin wit glocc’s peelin/ where the cops killin, shootin crooked/ Born in the trap better rap or ball, shoot or hook it/ So then we riot, light fires, bet a looter took it/ Live wires flip a pie you better know who cook it/ Either that or or do the math, manifest a new path.. you are the master

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