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Yo (yeah)
This is Casual (we in the house)
Breakin rappers backs (want to let y'all know)
You are now warned (Hieroglyphics)
Might as well get used to it I'm comin with the
fat tracks!! (Bring it in Domino)
Ninety-three on (ninety-three til infinity yaknowhatI'msayin)
All wack MC's fell (y'all don't know what time it is)
Rollin in with Hieroglyphics (Hiero, yeahhh)
Souls of Mischief, Del, Shamen, Snupe (to reign)
Casual, Hieroglyphics (we got the bomb)
Lettin niggaz know
Uh-huh, that's on the freestyle tip
I'ma break it down for you somethin like this
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George sits at his window and he wonders why
He wants to see the morning broken
Wants to feel the sunshine yeah
Come and dance with me my brother
I will play and you'll get high
oh so high
We are full of our beginnings but hesitation takes all our time
George was feeling good
But he didn't know why
Motivation slips away
Replaced with time
For more or less of something else
Oh yeah something else, yeah
George rides around the world and he doesn't try
He's got a scooter for a best friend and a meaning of life yeah
Answers hiding in a question or that
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Don't know what I'm doin
Don't know where I'm goin
Don't have a clue
and now it's finally showin'
Won't somebody give me a hint or 2
tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
Don't have a compass
Don't have a map
Got a diploma
still lyin on my back
the right track
hell, I don't know where it is
It's like i didn't study
for some big pop quiz
No Direction
So many decisions
I can't decide
so many people
in whom do you confide?
there are no signs
to tell you what to do
the path you're gonna take
well that's just up to you
the road
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Between the sunset's bloodstained veil,
Thy horned prospect reflects on me.
The he-goat above - The she-goat below
Cried through beads of mirrored tears
It fills the air ! - It fills the air !
An atmosphere that hath no key.
I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart
Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone
I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter
A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun
of which our lustful ways are performed.
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