Isoteleportation chords by New Flesh For Old

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Verse 1
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It's amazing
Amazing photogram success,
dosive delivery
Allowing transmogrification of urban forms
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By a  rhythm synchronized at the trajectory
All of this is what truly makes
the self born
Makes the self born
Makes the self
Highly memorable occasion
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When we met at them
postmodern meetings
Be a
Mr.
Trinidrone
Statuesque figure, barrel -tested
Waves of frequency modulation,
he molested, motivated
Some said solely by malice
Impetuous he was,
seemingly never callous
Barbendading tests on skulls began
No ways to head on impact, so old
You ran from the league of
Vernon
Who wanted to deprive every man in the
world of their sternum
Fragments subtle, now pervading the air
Air of ruthlessness, you unscrupulous
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But that's when our senior
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plan backfired
Left from era, concealer,
muskisms nobody admire
Reflect, redirect, re -distort, re -distort,
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redirect, re -reflect
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Smackin' atmospheres till
they submit for my re -entry
Planets I put in orbit when I
walk it so don't tempt me
To leave you in the darkness
of critiques you speak
Removing iron from the body
till your glee gets weak
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And then the only way back to
the sun is through my focus
If not, then I'll be back to
keep your eyes upon the lotus
For those who try to steal the
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vibe of living en ergy
We told you already,
we'll break your telemetry
For those who've tried to
steal the vibe of living energy
We told you already,
we'll break your telemetry
We told you already,
we'll break your telemetry
We told you already,
we'll break your telemetry
We told you already, we told you already
We told you already, we told you already
I fear the 10 .5 stone, milestone cracker
The concrete tracker,
big speed pulse shifting
Area code breaking, 0181 calling
Credit you checking,
people else is falling
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Cycle 6 calling,
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no room to squeeze triggers
The spin of my side of life
goes above most figures
Twenty -sixty feet with
the out -of -place snares
The cool stepping stairs with a
fez of ninety -eight
The servo -tooth feeling
for the kick drum feel
And they be rippin' in the left field
Ego exercising,
your double zero freestylin' on my nucleus
I crash the program then
I alter my position
And you be runnin' from the
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nervous disposition
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I form wave, pattern my physical
Channel my nine -way,
turn on the highway
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Control of all zones, I iso -teleportate
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Take the juice out of clones,
man needs bones while I subtract the physical
Higher education dropping
barbs on your chemical
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B -b -b -barbs on your chemical
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Swallow these lyrics as a
capsule of satisfaction
We never fade like a beep on your
life support machine
Principles we derive from our
own personal study
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Not just driven by charisma,
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but pure camaraderie
Forever seasonable,
expiration for an explanation
What we do is daunting,
name tag casting
Our impressions are everlasting,
who then?
New
Flesh
Convalescence, be remote in response
An
Abbey, hovering constructions
like a donkey
Scanty guy, let my wine rumpy -pumpy
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So boom, I'm telling crack guy,
alright, alright
Not sanctioned,
but extremely therapeutic
Performance related anxiety,
I never knew it
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Stone controller, drum is hard,
taste his brain
Thousand different voices,
thousand different names
In
Juicy's frame, get snoozed by
him or part two
Unsurpassable when they started
reading rhymes in
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Hebrew
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Trichomatic
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Venezuelan basin
Divine authority from a
Grenadian
Palpitations, be the beast of the track
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Artistic merit, elephant,
remember that
The price is all wrong,
so it's strong arm tactics
No rules, can't kill it, man's as
Mr.
Psych flips
Regular, burning ears like cellular
Any competitive targets there are,
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are, are, rare, rare, rare
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Listen as the tissue starts to tear,
so then, maybe next year
There'll be plenty screams of,
yeah, back for more prizes
Through enterprises, from estate states,
on to where my high rises
And it don't stop, n***a,
not get finger chapped
Won't sell keys, but still bust a snap,
like my head
Hot jockey, just slurp from on top
Sound girl cried,
cause I ride with the crowd
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Breaking down the doors and seam
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s of lesser beings
Planning my plot, one love,
Lord of
Limb
Illustrations of the modern world, reflections of tomorrow's world,
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tomorrow's reflections.
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