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for the folk that read and can feel me Three times for the folk that searching for the real things Grab my zabuton, Vipassana session Prepare my soul
start to fly Z-I-V-Y Spit it, hit it and dip, I'm going gone, bye! Zipping while I write, sitting on the zabuton Zaftig hoe, zamindari down no more
of nonchalance over umpteen eons sitting on a zabuton That's why I'm the guy you can call upon, when everything go dead wrong With a smile on my face, no fake,
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