| Arabian nights, abrasions and spikes, slaves to the mic
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| In the tomb of no daylight, we consume when it sounds right
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| Explode through pipe and pressure, pay the piper
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| Play the record, stay undetected, paint the leopard
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| If it ain’t worth the effort-quit
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| We’ve been in effect, thrown back in the pit, scarred and nicked
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| Stereo stardom, the kingdom of nuclear bombin'
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| The return of burgundy autumn is here in Eve’s garden
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| Mirages, novices over my shoulder like harvest
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| Wild jaw crushes the shell of the scarab
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| The sacred marriage of the tribes of Hared, lies for carob
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| When we arrive on dark horse and carriage
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| You ride with the pride and the knowledge of Era
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| Mummification through alliteration an' bomb the calm
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| Arm and leg, I drag a common man through the sand while he begs for rain
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| You see, the things that have been poppin' in my brain, are made for stoppin
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| trains
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| Oxygen boxed up in hexagonal frames
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| Hard to breathe? |
| It ain’t all that hard to believe, it’s part of my breed
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| Jackals an' hounds, maximum rounds
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| Trackin' 'em down is fun, my name is Prev One
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| Disaster fund, mudslide the blind and dumb
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| A dime a dozen look alikes with frozen tongues
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| The chosen ones who came to tame the poison sons
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| They say good things come to those who wait
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| But didn’t tell us how long it’s gonna take
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| But who are they, anyway?
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| Some can’t relate, we gonna say what we wanna say
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| An' we gonna say what we wanna say
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| Some can’t relate, we gonna say what we wanna say |