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f/ Miz

Intro: The Damaja

In the time when hip hop was
The Supahuman Klik the land
Bringin that futuristic hip hop, in time
The first in arms of the Supahuman Klik
Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz
I she can describe it how she does better

{Miz
I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared
I come from times with inabitions, to face with fears
While shootin wishing that I can shift my gears

So I my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers
And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like
On open wounds, consume all consetions
Give to these rhymes like an oral C-section
Uhh, positive throughout the galaxy
to switch to reality, make proper arrangements
for the souls of
It's the same for niggas that stuck with slave mentality
Or wack ass rappers, they got no originality
But my mentality, helps me around the galaxy
gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity
It seems everyone was after me
Three's a nasty girl like
niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity
Ain't got no friends, with me is family
If standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be

Sending energy, I rhyme, but no time for idol questions
If freestyling is my bible, I fall in hip hop sessions
Of the tribal blessings, to be learned
Respect had to be earned and not

On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that
Guy collides, when selfish minds can't to be forgiven
Ain't no turning back the of time,
when past spirits have

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Black, black,

verbal, power, verbal,

{Miz
of the moon and the force of a sonic boom
Help me heel like battle wounds, to that I'm immune
We come like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the
I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back soon
o-o-o-oh

To strike the deathblow, with a never ending flow
And all pro, precise position, a crossbow

Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to row
See the green flow, it's poison waters overflow
a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo
Words pierced with the sting of a
Beats mad bong, to the Walls of Jericho

Overflow and explore, I hope you got your rolled
'cause is the same, no matter which zip code
My pro, bitches is robbed,
the diamonds out your ear lobe
I keep it like a barcode of Illuminati
And these devils back with the Code of Hammurabi

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{Miz
I strike with force, send you on a collision course
With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya horse
While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce first born
Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as parents

Written on there face, time worn sharpen a poison desert storm

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet
Jeans and my everyday uniform
Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever a form
have a fury like a women's scorn
My niggas strife to perform, I struggle to break the

Give me any and I perform lyrical quiet storms
I make it hot, you keep it warm
From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls

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Lot of other people, other groups aware of consciousness
Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated and over)