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Wake up to your grave it's the reminder on the clockand those fleeting bits of satisfaction, turn to afterthoughts,but if you say the magic word,you could crawl back on the verge,and see that fire in the sky, burn everything back to lifeyou don't have to sleep to dream and live in paradise,AbracadabraAre you watching closely?Can you feel the dawn approaching?[Voice of Christian Bale in "The Prestige".]I overheard niggas saying Jay was on the vergehe could make Rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heardcommune with the birdsand can manipulate matter with the usage of wordsthrowin' dice on the curbI'm the best and the freshest with the written text, fuck what ya heard...It's the... metaphysical, dolby digital,any Joe`ll tell you "the flows so pivotal",every word's literaleach diatribe is sort of like an interview,come get an inner view,Right past the man and the myth to the mineralI was born uptown a mile from the riverview...Letras de cancionesLook, I'm a simple man, ya understand?masterin' my temple man, tryin' to expandbut when they think you simple, manthey'll try to play you out like you a simpleton,see what I'm saying?niggas want pain not mercyI'm writtin' in my moleskin on the train to Canarsiestand clear of the closin' doors,the peo-ple are in constant fear of a Trojan Warthe vehicle that's supposed to free us is just a whore...I gotta call 'em like I see 'em,even it it means they'll sancture my per diemthe angels will thank me in the streets if I see 'emsaying there he go but I wouldn't wanna be himholdin' up a three and reppin' for New OrleansLet us begin... From Letras Mania