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

I got a gift call, prophecy, says 2003
Ends the of the jiggy MC
No roaming on this planet like scavengers
Sciences broke the of the Gregorian calendar

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

We stretch the equator with something major
Universal tones, tamper with ya time zone
blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just stop until I make a killing

Nah, I'm kidding, but for real, the ain't the same no more
Take your life to level or remain no more
Take your life to next level or no more
up, word up

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

the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, God the life
Father trife, for the light, pounding the globe on sight
pimpin', it's throat

So you how we go down yo
Struck from the ghetto yo, medal
Settle the dough, showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and

Four section, super intelligence,
Benevolent, nettle medicine
tiger, dragon, craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, this

Fascist the atlas, first class diplomatic status
flag, overstanding the plan
Bar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch clocks
[Unverified] punchless on the dot five

to rot
So we blew blocks,
It's old how we do

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

Thinking star would shine
Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye
I'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital
spine ache, British, ATL upon this

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

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

We a snake to catch