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Illuminate my soul
Light me up I'm so cold
Drippin' ice and gold
Separate I am alone
When feelings turn to stone
Were all cloned
In this game of control
You call me the Fool
But I ain't the fuckin' Tool

Brain starving for truth
But I'm stuck in this booth
Should I run or I shoot
Or just play like a fool
Is it you I amuse
as you sip on your boose
I just buy some new gold
And some Air Jordan shoes
Watch me bleed on this song
Can you tell me who's wrong
Separate Truth from the fraud
Cause your money is God
Pain made me weaker no more
I'm here to settle the score
And turn my pain into gold
Like it was written in told
Taken back what you took
Rob me blind
Burn the books
Thought police
Vax me please
Freedom of speech deceased
Sick and diseased
Paid in full
At the top it's just me
You want it all
Just pay the fee

Illuminate my soul
Light me up I'm so cold
Drippin' ice and gold
Separate I am alone
When feelings turn to stone
We are all cloned
In this game of control
You call me the Fool
But I ain't the fuckin' Tool

You can doubt the assumed
Every star is a sun
What's the proof?
Now check the stars and the moon
Seriously
I'm a star born in Sirius B
Tough to believe
I'm possibly an extraterrestrial being
Like French you see
Famous before the shows
Still tryna see
All the secrets that ain't been seen
Boundless universe
Separate by 90 degree
I am useless to this herd
On my way escape finally
Your name
A number replaced it
Been that way a long time
Like a goyem in this game
I can't control my own
You can never deny
My spirit's alive
Like bombs in the sky
When 3rdeyez revived

Illuminate my soul
Light me up I'm so cold
Drippin' ice and gold
Separate I am alone
When feelings turn to stone
We are all cloned
In this game of control
You call me the Fool
But I ain't the fuckin' Tool

You're late
Don't hesitate
It's dealing and murdering
I'm just pumping my brakes
Now you're flipping your burgers
You see my Porsche driving by
Now you cannot deny
That all religions come from sky
Starts looking like hip hop survived
Now third eyes arrived
In these fucking
Scandalous times
Like a dead man
When you starring at my eyes
Only care about my bread
And baking my pies
Ever since I was young
Pops said stretch or starve
See me pick up a gun
Always take it too far
Just tryna have fun
Went from ashy and bummy
Nose runny
People looking at me funny
Now I say shut up, get down, get on your fucking tummy
As I take everything that ain't locked to the floor
I ain't rich
But I ain't never gonna be poor
When my heart stops
And my mind locked
Do I get to meet this guy we call God
Or is it all a fraud
As I line my pockets like the Pope
Hundred times
What you could pocket off a dope
Off the shackled hopes
Of the broke
I got shackled hopes
And I broke
I got shackled hopes
And I broke

Illuminate my soul
Light me up I'm so cold
Drippin' ice and gold
Separate I am alone
When feelings turn to stone
We are all cloned
In this game of control
You call me the Fool
But I ain't the fuckin' Tool

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