Esoteric Manuscripts

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[Hook] In the One Triple Six, Doom crucifix Esoteric manuscripts, beyond mortal thoughts where the Languages exist, we then travel minds like Myths, ancient as the time on your wrist Ancient as the time on your wrist, the mad scientist Sacraments divide holy scripts Babble on in Babylon 'cause the Most High insist Carry out His wish then cease to exist [Verse 1: Main Flow] With skies Of Goliath back then, a giant walking lands Like my whole life, I've been here to attack sin My body is my temple, keep it cleansed. My energy Soar from the herbal medicines deep within My agriculture's based on the time that I spend As The Thirteenth Tribe will turn to scribe once again Like the Sun in the sky, bless and exercise Next to rise, check the eyes, the retina never lies Salvation of my course motivates the source Pure minds link with force, mountainous thoughts, first glimpse Of the remains, planet's DNA drained, substained 1999 followed by purple rains Dash space more plus ready for the race wars To hit the stage more than Mary Jane in Faith tours Wilderness maps to avoid, I ain't having that Retreat back and destroy all their habitat [Verse 2: Donte] Fill in the blanks We at war, so I kill in a tank, attacking banks Dream schemes that redeem Shawshank Fifty billion in gold, a rich ballpark frank, I'm doing Superman shit that Mr. Clark Kent can't. With several Served, we knocked off a federal reserve Put a rhyme in The Times for editorial words that read "The real God has risen from the dead, and 'The meek Shall inherit the earth,'" is what He said. So be it You stole gold from the land, now I free it, gave Riches to bitches, drug the humble through trenches Been Robin Hoods, Rockefeller's dwellers from Sherwood They take from the rich and do the poor no good. I live In horror, the poor get poorer, you to blame, so I came In His name with the Torah, don't look back 'Cause you'll be salty and trapped in Gomorrah And blinded by this bright-ass light around my aura [Hook] In the One Triple Six, Doom crucifix Esoteric manuscripts, beyond mortal thoughts where the Languages exist, we then travel minds like Myths, ancient as the time on your wrist Ancient as the time on your wrist, the mad scientist Sacraments divide holy scripts Babble on in Babylon 'cause the Most High insist Carry out His wish then cease to exist [Outro: Samples With Scratches] "'Cause God made his real niggas out of dirt" - Sample from Donte on Mood ft. Talib Kweli - "Transmoreify"
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Credits
- Writers
- Donte (of Mood)
- Main Flow