[SuperTanzi]
Pack my shit into a briefcase
And say peace for 3 days
As I take note of each raindrop
So as to guide my path across
The same plot of desert land
I kneel to praise God
With the palms of my weathered hands
A better man is what I strive on
But now I gotta keep my mind on the 8th plain
So as to maintain
A state of balance
That's why my feet are mad callous
From walking through the sands of animosity and malice
I came back with mental prowess
To grasp what I couldn't reach
It's like imagine thoughts without the faculty of speech
So my man Nietz-sche once beseeched me
To move past the grasp of anything beneath me
Son its easy to wallow in the false bliss
Material things could make one miss
All the beauty and kinda ill shit you could experience
If your hearing this then let it fucking bang out
I put my words down now I can hang out
In the p.m. of rap I be the deacon
So pay attention of the words that I'm speaking
Pack my shit into a briefcase
And say peace for 3 days
As I take note of each raindrop
So as to guide my path across
The same plot of desert land
I kneel to praise God
With the palms of my weathered hands
A better man is what I strive on
But now I gotta keep my mind on the 8th plain
So as to maintain
A state of balance
That's why my feet are mad callous
From walking through the sands of animosity and malice
I came back with mental prowess
To grasp what I couldn't reach
It's like imagine thoughts without the faculty of speech
So my man Nietz-sche once beseeched me
To move past the grasp of anything beneath me
Son its easy to wallow in the false bliss
Material things could make one miss
All the beauty and kinda ill shit you could experience
If your hearing this then let it fucking bang out
I put my words down now I can hang out
In the p.m. of rap I be the deacon
So pay attention of the words that I'm speaking
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