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I don't understand how you cannot see
but that's a lie cause Im a damn hot emcee
My rhymes makes the time crystalize
freeze here and now like the supplies
for the people in Palestine, Bush is evil
With rhymes I see and start the upheaval
Who believes the divinity of number nine?
Who recieves the infinity of a rhyme sublime?
I see 99% of all kids on whoa bein' clones
I tell ya'll you're a god don't go chase after bones
like a dog chasin' its tail you're stuck in a fake world
I hope you understand times about to end when u hurled
all over yourself cause you drank too much again
Matrix is alive and breathing, tall like Crouch I began
investigatin' how life was programmed and I went online
I say it again, ya'll are gods like I am so its all fine
When time counts down and everything ends
I'm laughin', cause Im realicee no lies never pretends
to be something Im not, and I quit the pot
Nobody can judge you if you're hot or not
Only you, you always know, you're a god fo' sho'
Don't be a fake ass wannabee hoe... hoe!