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[Verse 1] Prevail
Prepare the raft for the aircraft
Shipwrecks and fuselages
Barometric pressure lessens brethren in the air compartments
Flares are not the warning signal shot into the atmospheric
Carried on a wavelength, only wolves and dogs and bats can hear it
That's the spirit. Rise again my friend, been at least an eon
Tidal waves are crashing on the earth submerging flashing neon
Depth scanner, grey matter. Look into the Neuroscope
I perforate the highly decorated, take the antidote
Now I call that a litmus test. Maybe that's a Rorschachian
Possible placebos ineffective on a dormant mind
One for mankind, two for species, three for evolution theory
Four of you can fortify the fortress and inform the city
The fifth is a rift in the time space continuum
Broken down clock without a continuous pendulum
The gift is a curse, it reversed by the reverend
Like inverted crosses on a wall with ancient lettering
I told you
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[Verse 2] Neph
Top gear, shifter burn, words will leave you lost here
Striving if you got fear
Carbonite, I carve it right
A carnivore, my carbs alike
Disturbing like a version of bunts and they'll leave you burning
Family urn when it's occurring
A current of swift, so is the gift, open the rift
They're hoping I slip, from the abyss
Patience is bliss
Pacing my room stuck on the grit
Not on the grid
I'm popping my lid
Bombing a bridge
Cutting the biz
The covenant cover me while I catalog what it is
Mom used to listen to [?] DeVoe, Bell and Biv
But don't think for a second I ever forget the shiv
If you gettin' what you give, I want the word, I want it quick
I lay the sandpaper evenly, drive, you think you're slick?
Slow dripping down the [?] live, it'll make you sick
Potent poison in the vile, you can buy in every aisle
Dudes ain't really ready, MCs are all in denial
Man, I told you
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