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1, 2 1, 2 yesYo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine etherBlowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaningDisaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about timeWe hit you with some substance that's actualI got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, says 2003Ends the reign of the jiggy MCNo more roaming on this planet like scavengersSciences broke the code of the Gregorian calendarDefine laws and space in time, trying to trace my linesHold up, respect the architectLetras de cancionesDigital rollin', my whole crew roll with VSType to master this whole universe in three stepsWe stretch across the equator with something majorUniversal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zoneMinds blown by the millions jus' for the feelingHip-hop, it just don't stop until I make a killingNah, I'm kidding, but for real, the world ain't the same no moreTake your life to next level or remain no moreTake your life to next level or remain no moreWord up, word upWell, I'm colliding with the mind of a survivorSurviving, uncover the time brotherThe high volume white collar high stylingVerge jocking the side, dodgin' miragesConquer the vibe, hunger lurksNine to five work saga, God bless the lifeFather trife, crawl for the light, pounding the globe on sightVocal pimpin', it's throatSo you know how we go down yoStruck from the ghetto yo, medal throwSettle the dough, live showbizThe cannonball, weapon, men and armsFour section, super intelligence, balanceBenevolent, stinging nettle medicineCrouch tiger, dragon, craftmaticWatch ya back, if, catch thisFascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic statusStagma flag, overstanding the planBar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch timex clocks[Unverified] punchless [unverified] on the dot fiveMinutes to rotSo we blew blocks, crewsIt's old news how we doI'm a drop one rhymeFor every time, I cross the thin lineBetween yours and mine, see, it's part of my design, shifting paradigmYin and yang combined, must be out ya mindThinking star would never shinePops duke, focus with a hawk's eye viewI'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital stewGettin' spine ache, British, ATL upon thisEven avitronic figures be thumpin' off over this verbal elixirMagnetic attraction, raw, nearly JacksonsStraight open in the caption, here comes the Hix and Braxton'sLyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it started with a passionThat's just the way it had been, raw with umbilical cords strappedA corpse, won't drop a curse, while mustard hit this spouse?Sharp with a needle, try to reach the peopleYa'll fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'dWe have a snake to catch From Letras Mania