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The fifth principle is imagination The imagination is literally workshop where in are fashioned all plans created by man the impulse, the desire is given shape, form and action through the aid of the imaginitive faculty of the mind It has been said that man can create anything he can imagine [Nabo] Kids call me Abdulla, cause I'm the butcher Preppin' mc's inside my pressure cooker Throughout the underground I've been known to boast Enough to flip sewer caps, from coast to coast I most - enjoy leaving energy depleted Cause I often excel at being conceited A brain is something that I know you need See, I looked inside your dome, and found tumbleweed In honor of me, the Nabo, they build chapels For making heads bob, like teeth on apples We all heard you hit it, missed like shootin bricks Son, my beats are hype so I don't need a remix Porn Theatre Ushers, we're oozing pestilence Me plus this beat equals pure excellence Humans hear my style and praise it, cause when I say it I display it like archaic mosaics Your total life expectancy against me Is about three seconds Letras de cancionesBefore I beckon the weapon of my choice Which is mostly the voice Although my tongue is like a lasso To knock you out easily like Glass Joe and Don Flamenco I beat you in submission like my name was Dean Malenko -I didn't know you were that good [x3] -It's easy, just test me. You'll see [Nabo] Up up, down down, left right, left right B-A-B-A start select me sixty lives in check I'll cut your ear off, and simply wear it around my neck So even when you're dead you can still hear the intellect I Nabo rocker mega supreme don't have to be in the sky Just to make the stars scream Rappers today, they're just a waste So if the sun burns out, I'd be chosen to take its place And shine throughout the rest of history Just alone my gaze will cause muscular dystrophy I often dropkick Valkyries off of balconies And in my spare time I like to study alchemy Removin' columns of your spinal With volumes of my vinyl So now you walk to my way kid that's final Steppin' to me is like killin' an albatross I rip your ligaments and apply them as dental floss -I didn't know you were that good [x3] -You are really listening aren't you? Yes! [Nabo] I'll be the first to verse and curse the whole universe I downed the Milky Way, cuz I hungered for the thirst After all, haven't y'all heard of me? I'm the famed mc, who shotput mercury The globetrotter with a flyswatter Dramatical plain plotter who walks on water The omen to the Roman empire Stalkin' predators, puttin' chumps in my crossfire I took a chance and walked through a portal Came out the other side as hip-hop's immortal I'm Nabo Rock, the first of my kind And the only thing I fear is the power of my own mind Many front as B-Boys, and act the hardest But they can't break or name one graf artist Your style SUCKS, claimin' you're terrific Got dropped from your label like extra prolific Your implements is impotent, insignificant Couldn't battle, if in Creek in Michigan So listen to the one applying discipline Beause your soul lacks artistry and needs conditionin' To walk in my path, and be my protege One must have six heads and two vertebraes Peace, this is my imagination -Imagination is important here -You can do this From Letras Mania