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I've been messin around this house with nothing left to do
I have to use this mood, to grant you something new
I am thankful too
To be able to trample you
Wait, can you stand a few bars
Where no hate ensues? I
Hate to do what I do
To hate on you
What I do is play with you, and I move
To aid the few that have used
What they could do, and abused
The haters who had them bruised and jaded
Face it
What hate can create is hatred
And we would never be sated
We could never deflate it
We could never be greater
Than those who came before
Maybe for a moment of greatness
We might partake in those
Choices we know are latent
Manifestations of something ancient
Ancient, ancient, ancient
Dont be complacent
You wont be facin' your idols with lies so
Try to shake em'
We grow in cycles
Like growing tides all alone
In a sea of rivals prayin'
For the day our final weigh in's
Like a vynil slayin'
Sprayin' ma bars like a king, yeah!
But I still grind all day and
I try to find a way in
So I can fly so high
I never eye the pavement
Why the payment with your lives?
If all I try is staying
Exactly as I am
Glad i came to do what im doing
Otherwise id grab a chain or stab a vein
If you think im screwing with you
Add a stain and pray im fakin
Man, I'm achin, damn
The meditation of yesterday has filled my mind with so many doubts
That it is no longer in my power to forget them
And yet I do not see how I should be able to resolve them
And, as though I had suddenly fallen into very deep water
I am still taken unawares that I can neither put my feet firmly down on the bottom
Nor swim to keep myself on the surface
OK
Round 2
Of moving around you
And using a sound to defuse and amount to
Some new entertainment
Yeah
Not be the same and derail when
The sales end up raising what I'm makin
Mom, they can run
Kevin's armed, they can't
Harm him anymore
Many more ground breakin ideas in town
But I aint shakin
Nah, man
I'm making a statement
Growing old, but not being told
The show is boring oh
And all in all the more we invested
The more it forms a whole
The normal folds and all that remains
Are remains of someones mold
All evolved, and going to places
That make it all a home
For a moment you can fake it
But when the floor is yours
Those who won't say you can make it
Are the ones you'll own the most
And so it goes, the story untold
Has now been told or resold
Depending on which ending
Would blow the most
Stop pretending, and you'll land in
A place that most ignore
For they all forget we're a
Make of unconscious souls
Who's conscious bro
The thing that we are
Is just a brunch at most
Wooo, all right yo
I'm think I'm done
Yeah, queue it, ease me out
I make an effort, nevertheless, in following afresh
The same path upon which I had entered yesterday
Keping away from everything of which I know I can conceive the slightest doubt
Just as if i knew that it was absolutely false
And I shall continue always in this path
Until I have encountered something which is certain
Or at least, if I can do nothing else
Until I have learned with certainty
That there is nothing certain in the world
I suppose therefore that all things I see are false
I persuade myself that none of those things ever existed
That my deceptive memory represents to me
I suppose i have no senses
I believe that body, figure, extension, movement and place
Are only fictions of my mind
What then shall be considered true?
There is nothing certain in the world

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