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intercontinental this is monumental ***, gettin into what i really wanna get to spit,
life is a balance two sides aren't split, the coin is a whole heads or tails what u
flip? i flip rhymes turn it into clips,
bullets are my words and my targets i hit, soul is burnin so my mind is lit,
not enlightened but im gettin to it,
nothin can chip or ding or dent, rather coexisting in this coexistence,
real artistic with my poetic sense, now i move forward go hard hence,
forth on top of my *** like compass rose north,
lightin my path i hold the torch, the years have worn my hands been scorched,
like the wood on ya porch, polished grain in a porsche,
ask recieve feel the force, lifes a river flow the course,
flow like a river lifes the course, life is a cycle we come from the source,
so we must return like a tame loyal horse,
intercontinental this is monumental ***, gettin into what i really wanna get to spit,
life is a balance two sides aren't split, the coin is a whole heads or tails what u
flip? i flip rhymes turn it into clips,
bullets are my words and my targets i hit, soul is burnin so my mind is lit,
not enlightened but im gettin to it,
answer in the basic's energy's the key, the basic principal of ones inner chi,
resides within all things watch where you pee,
ego enters in so you start to not agree, and block true thought from letting you see,
blind are the people who are but cant be, think not therefor ignorant my philosiphy,
think as in truth undivided and complete, it is in all things, as all things can teach,
we can do anything let your mind reach, open your subconcious let your mind speak,
open your mind subconciously seek, knock on wood be it oak pine or teak,
live with moderation dont be so fanatiek, let the energy flow from mind like a creek,
suttle but steady, strong and not weak,
intercontinental this is monumental ***, gettin into what i really wanna get to spit,
life is a balance two sides aren't split, the coin is a whole heads or tails what u
flip? i flip rhymes turn it into clips,
bullets are my words and my targets i hit, soul is burnin so my mind is lit,
not enlightened but im gettin to it,
everyone has an air about them what do you excude?
how do you come across relaxed or rude, is it brady bunch or family fued,
intercontinental views have been skewed, think were free but find most are cued,
subliminal messages garbage they spew, with more open eyes the closed are few,
through my rhyme i try to bring true, thats my perception hows it percieved by you,
let me know did i paint picture, or was it the outline that i drew,
not color coded your guess is good as mine too,
minds better than one but im through,