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Yo, it's King Gheedra, with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, syllable meaning
cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time
We hit you with some substance actual

I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, says
the reign of the jiggy MC
No more roaming on planet like scavengers
Sciences broke the of the Gregorian calendar

Define and space in time, trying to trace my lines
Hold up, the architect
rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in steps

We across the equator with something major
Universal tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just don't until I make a killing

Nah, I'm kidding, but for real, the world the same no more
Take life to next level or remain no more
Take life to next level or remain no more
Word up, up

Well, I'm colliding with the of a survivor
Surviving, the time brother
The high volume white collar high
jocking the side, dodgin' mirages

Conquer the vibe, lurks
Nine to five saga, God bless the life
Father trife, crawl for the light, the globe on sight
Vocal pimpin', throat

So you know how we go yo
Struck from the ghetto yo, throw
the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and

Four section, intelligence, balance
Benevolent, nettle medicine
tiger, dragon, craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, catch

Fascist through the atlas, first diplomatic status
Stagma flag, the plan
Bar skin, then a [unverified] watch timex clocks
[Unverified] punchless on the dot five

to rot
So we blew blocks,
old news how we do

I'm a one rhyme
For every time, I the thin line
Between yours and mine, see, part of my design, shifting paradigm
Yin and combined, must be out ya mind

Thinking star never shine
Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye
I'm all that, a plaintain, and some stew
spine ache, British, ATL upon this

Even avitronic figures be off over this verbal elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw, nearly
Straight open in the caption, comes the Hix and Braxton's
Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it with a passion

That's just the way it had been, raw umbilical cords strapped
A corpse, won't drop a curse, while mustard hit this
Sharp with a needle, try to reach the
Ya'll fiending for the and the beat's not even EQ'd

We a snake to catch