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Chorus: (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz) In Aquarius spit it out / TO Nations be reforming / modern times reassuring / Success is on the threshold verse 1 (Gypsy Coptic) In the vision of the regent spreading my arms for Peace in the Sinai alone in my heart texting a precept shed a tear for the Zeitgeist / Swinging my pens sweet rhythm digest spelling our history / with ink of an alchemist stolen from Langley Man my speech is Buena Vista / to see young minds without a pistol / from Mumbai to the Andes guiding your Priesta You never know with cyberspaces affecting character from the Zygote / Millie meal prices splitting markets from the 3rd World Ya'll gone miss me like ingredients of a fresh-milk on a highway / screeching out to sugar-daddies / home alone / here we come / from the basement home-referring like Hugh Masekela on the horn / blowing on stage for breadwinners / ya'll call mine-workers We Human Race we full of curses burying sentiments at the circus Man I know well you can serve us / serve us, serve us! verse no.2 (Nguz Newz) They say the good die young, I’m still alive, this s*** is bad huh/ But cut the assumptions, you’re not defined by your past, Love/ You know what I represent, enough love for the universe/ But not the flesh, you’re funny, and I ain’t talking about the sin are you silly/ Huh, but only the regrets sneak pass like the hood rats/ Me, well I’m the lover-man I shoot hearts like the Cupid honey/ Digging the thick potions, with no girlfriends but wifey options/ So I spit it out and I came through/ Not the drive-by but the drive through/ This is deep fry with a good (Source/sauce) and I’m still fly like the Airforce/ You claim you killing niggas, I’ve been giving life/ This is food for thought with a chedda slice/ Embracing the Deen, making sacrifices/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices/ Switching the Age with flow transactions/ writing the sequels, moving over Pisces/ X2 Embracing the deen, making sacrifices/ Loving the Queens, I can take advices/ Switching the Age with flow transactions, Uhh. End. discourse verse, no.3 (Gypsy Coptic & Nguz Newz) Nguz Newz: eh Yo! my life is too real, so I always keep a sidekick, God lets me deal with it, before even if I could hurt the weak/ Gypsy Coptic: While you search for definitions for this game poking riddles with an ultra sound for future generations, in the scales of human intellect / I'm a thorn crown to the mind / of a barrister with an oath inside the law chambers of deceptions / where they fail to judge my pedigree Nguz Newz: So for you I sacrifice myself like a, suicide bomber, this flow is fatal as opposed to everybody needs water / Gypsy Coptic: Water, like needles from the Shaolin, on your Apple Tree / to marshal healing of this Great Depression / affecting families/calamities like terror storms from 33rd Degrees In the age of finger-snap sonnets the great dance proves precisely shameful, seeds pay the price / with a dragon sting / in pyramid schemes With a Magog civilization...

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