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[Hook]x2 You look just like how I'ma be Sacred geometry In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sine [Verse 1] With a platinum plaque It's like Robbin, George, and Jack The mind fears what the blinds hide But I'm here on the blind side Hanging up till the line dies Then off the hook for the crimes try Get awful looks from tribe tribe unlawful jux we can climb skies That's Robin Hood, arrows of the rich'll steal In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it When you make pie if you don't fidget Xzibit Pimp My Ride exquisite We G's coach us back if we die in business My Lord is my chemist, my sword is some Khemet Egyptian fonts and ankhs Scottish write with Montblancs let us stomp I walk as my father walk, master builder is what I thought [Hook]x2 [Verse 2] Yeah Where the golden means, so the overseer gets overseen And the over here's are the older things Can see the bell but don't know the rings The rings are not sounds, but circles Wear these on your virtues See through these circles just live Steve Urkel Till it's all universal And it harmonize and like the Porsche into the larger size And it's dynamic in the high standard So each degree has a part to price See big worlds have little worlds that feed on their velocity And little world have lesser worlds and so on to viscosity [Hook]x2 [Verse 3] The applause and patience of the laws in nature Override lies and the laws of nations Pilgrims bear witness at all the stations Sun positions overcome traditions Numbers govern our young religions Dead levels making plum decisions Perpendicular to the undivision That's bad curricular to the unconditioned Any love less than unconditional is so under Christian it's unrepentant The physical part of my church emits the invisible arts of my work To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of this map But truth me told it's the pursuit of gold That turns the goal of men into trash The souls gold and they turning gold into cash And your reflection is your connection to more collections of more directions and paths If your reflection is a mask, then you're reflective of mass To see yourself just look at me then split your reflection in half [Hook]x2
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