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you fuckin up the crib son
You make life look like I don't want to live one
You might as well hold your breath until you die
In a corner somewhere,
they make up
I can tell by the way they fix they face up
Don't be sleeping on me you better wake up
Specify in mastering artificial intelligence
Great
Although lesson got learned
It doesn't mean that the tables have turned
Being one-eyed among the blind
Can make it easier to find
An escape from your
Daily
Let's open up the conversation for comments
To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties
Trying to speak to the class
Morning is the new late
For night is when we wake
To party in the wake of the
Apocalyptic rakes
Rakin' up leaves until we stay
To fake
Believe we can make
know if my dms are clean, clean
But I don't have no love for a bitch, bitch
So you don't need to worry 'bout this
Can make your mind feel like on pills
And since theory is never fact I can't believe you at all
You won't hear me until they crack down and squeezing your dog
You won't hear me until they crack
up from the bottom you've got dreams gotta chase em
Make your goals count
Make your goals sound who knows what you gon' found
Came into the world with
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what)
Get up in there.
Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time
And I'll find out that you're
Letter, the prophesy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days
It's do or die, please stand by
I'm scared that eyes watching me
Can see that I'm cooking up theories
This idea that they brainwashed, this image
My
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
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And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
will never break off
Lamajita make music, but your style is the same song
Will not compare to me, 'cause nigga Knowledge is a great boy
Knowledge is
The other half will fear me
Shit both halves will make one whole
But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
I
moments I've obliterated
Just by smoothing over them to appease my present mind?
Sing for me an Irish blessing
Make me sure that someone cares
Whip me up
gonna claim you
Picture your leg lifted, at an acute angle
Hitting all the degrees of your Assossole's triangle
Your my angel, would you mind if I kissed
gonna claim you
Picture your leg lifted, at an acute angle
Hitting all the degrees of your isoscele's triangle
Your my angel, would you mind if I kissed
Your only a prisoner
When you let them label you one
Your only a prisoner
When you break down and dont get up
Your only a prisoner
When theres no
Baby, this is philosophy
We can think about everything
Baby this is philosophy
Challenge your mind for it!
Baby, this is philosophy
We can think
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
at an acute angle
Hitting all the degrees of your assossole's triangle
You're my angel would you mind if I kissed your design
Put my hands on your behind
While
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