Exit your body cause I’m a body physician I’m a soul mathematician I got the cures that frees your intuition From all the poisons that rottens your existence My mind is homeless thought traveling in the speed of light Rolling like a stone my middle name is the Fugee-life I’m a ghost in the evening costin in the night Conquering realities, who wants to pay the price? Dress up the walls custom fitted edition Light up every city fiber optical vision You don’t even know the truthful meaning of affection Barely hold a valid reason for your own resurrection I breathe scholarly and my pen is a martyr Beheading figures like gay-z the carter I’m the author, with every syllable, I mystically departure I fostered through Encarta 97 let the people rise raising every question Take the evil out your eye I wonder who would feel this? Who’s numb to the realness x3 Verse two I spread Fibonacci love residing in your organ Turn me into dust when they put you in your coffin Sink into the sound and embrace the spiral vortex I’m Digging underground Searching for the eye of Horus My style is in orphan, solo, lonesome Never scene in this scence in deserts still I bolossom Kick push jab slap flat-bush ransom How many prisoners remain as victims to complex? And Will I ever see an end to the Israeli conflict? I’m spike lee cactus sticking needles in societies Born to live forever here to capture my sovereignty Frequencies to harmony artistically an armory Aiming to build the youth and put some fluid into poverty Liquidate mind-states as remedies to blind hate on the move to make change, restless, I cant wait I wonder who would feel this And whos numb to the realness x2
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