| Man on a wire, red string on his wrist
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| Remind him of his goals, he ain’t gonna miss
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| Too much opportunity to trip on bullshit
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| Lift his vibration, sharp as tools get
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| Shark tooth around his neck for protection
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| Thick skin from all the fire that he’s stepped in
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| He’s got something in common with shaman
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| Raised by wolves, spirits, gods, and goddesses
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| Appears on trips and odysseys
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| Elevated ways yet dips so modestly
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| Not confined by the body
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| Astroprojections next to study
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| Reflections resemble but none match perfectly
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| No exceptions, n-o certainly not
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| Walks calm amidst the urgency
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| Sacred herbs with words like surgery
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| He purged, rid himself of absurdities
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| The nerve of those to throw stones at him
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| Arose, explodes, and grows again
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| Ahead of his aura, shields every limb
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| Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints
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| All play a part of this closened range
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| Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings
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| That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring
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| Vibrating at the highest frequency of the bunch
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| Every soul shall adapt to match that at once
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| Old, how we channel, high mammal, no dunce
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| Cap who, it fits, do with this, what he wants
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| Merlin style, curling like, like prisms
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| Past lifetime, regression, new mission
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| No obsession, no resting, true destined
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| We blew breath in where death laid its weapon
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| Arise, call on Master Build-the-skies
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| Open up, planets aligned at the will of the wise
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| Voluntary compliance, allegiance with the science
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| Walk with lions, be in tune with Orion
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| They scared of crying or whiling out
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| His pick is just a decoy, can’t iron it out
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| Stuck, well fuck, he’ll design a new route
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| Dance water from the heavens, first sign of a drought
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| Cut from cloth, marked proof and unbought
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| Armor untarnished, honor it all
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| Arose, explodes, and grows again
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| Ahead of his aura, shields every limb
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| Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints
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| All play a part of this closened range
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| Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings
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| That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring
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| And all of us, rare like elephant tusks
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| Purple dragon hearts in our elements, trust
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| I sprinkle a man, to raise the mass up
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| If I came by myself, well then that’s just enough
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| It banks, when you could really learn some stuff
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| If we could exchange, then we furthered each other
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| Well that’s just the opposite of murder, my brother
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| When we’re on the same squad, life is less hard
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| I changed my thinking to large
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| When they try to attack, I just call in the guard
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| Arose, explodes, and grows again
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| Ahead of his aura, shields every limb
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| Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints
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| All play a part of this closened range
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| Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings
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| That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring |