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To know that you are God Is another way of saying that when you feel Completely with this universe You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it You feel, in other words, that the whole energy Which expresses itself in the galaxies is intimate It is not something to which you are a stranger That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving You express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars Yeah Go time, nigga, look Take one hit of this pressure, I'm feelin' faded So many verses of the year that I've written, I'm feelin' jaded Jail call, ask how he doin', he said, "I feel amazing" And that's when he told me, "Watchin' you make it feel like I made it" Made me think 'bout how I'm actin' ungrateful and still complainin' (uh-huh) Even though behind the scenes of this industry shit is drainin' (psh) I been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind So when you hear 'em talk behind my back Just keep that in mind (Keep it in mind) Yeah, they ain't real as you thought Them niggas, they talk about me behind my back 'Bout the shit that I bought (hah) I bet them niggas is salt 'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own That I can fill up a vault (cap) Look, me and Shots the new Wee-Bay and Avon Barksdale Marlow and Chris, we spray the K (brr) Leveled up, at least fifty what we see day-to-day We are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with Ye (ha) Look, you can't hold me, ice the band of the Rollie And put it right on the hand of my homie, you can't control me (cap) I had a brodie up the can' slowly (huh) I gave all my shooters the ultimate green light, I'm D'Antoni (get everything) And my story is far from finished (huh) I got my shoes off in them offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable) I'm a motherfuckin' brand, I'm a walkin' business (uh-huh) We can't have a convo unless it involve six figures (not at all) The homie facin' fifty years, turned my dog religious (free the homie) We don't believe none of they bars, know it's all fictitious (we don't believe that cap, nigga) We at your baby mama house cookin' raw in the kitchen (qhip up) And when I'm done cookin', I made that bitch wash the dishes Machine, bitch Yeah, From King to a God, nigga Address me as king God level flow Celestial beings The Machine Yeah You challenge us? Fellas, all you've done is unified us even more Because as it's been said a million times When you're nWo, you're nWo (for life) Anytime, boys A very serious stare A very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash A lot of times, he'll come out here Smiling, joking about the nWo (nWo) And about how the nWo is running over WCW But that was not the case here He has thrown his name in the hat He says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan and Scott Hall
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