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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Based in a city  Where the Yankee fitted isn't indicative of The Bronx  We make our pilgrimage with Haram for Isabel Marant And find a new start Bet pocket change to skewer the pool shark  So much heart it's like he has two hearts  Close enough to God it looks like two Gods  Eat stars, to the needy we give Neiman Mar'  Charge a four times mark-up cause homies plead for jobs  Debt collectors and reapers call  Evolve or what are you breathing for?  Energy vampires ask for coffee meets and phone calls  He's just as much of a genius but thrills less like "Off The Wall"  A conduit like Esther Hicks in precious knits  My daughter chews on my necklace, the exorcist, uh  Pop you in your third eye and darken your enlightenment  In my head still hearing Ravi Zacarías, Elijah Muhammad  No pedestal for frivolous gifts  My fingers twist off the shrimp's tail  My actions karma for fan mail, I'm in bliss  Before I learned the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6  My ancestors spoke from a convoy of ships, picture this  10 year old Rad expecting death like an old friend  El Duende makes sure he doesn't hold onto old skin  [Bridge] …the trance that you get into while you're creating, whether you're writing or whatever it is, where time stops existing And that makes sense because Heaven is timeless…  [Verse 2] Five chains hang man, Newton's Crane  The breath was given at birth but now we war for a name  Yo, Patriotism, yo, gangsterism I see the God in everybody but ain't polytheistic  We polar opposites with poles pointed at the opposition  Knowledge before wisdom but both written like Solzhenitsyn Thug poets with drugs coming out their noses  Hunched over on a street corner with strange aromas  Mothers mourn nameless little boys who hate growing up  Gang affiliations, retaliation for heartbreaks  Thank the almighty before the wheat meets the Parkay  Evolved 350 days a year to get to Park Place  Daddy pulled the nine out the red light, start the car race  I've got too much family to uphold to become entre  [Outro] Time stops when you're in perfect relationship to creating because you have put yourself in alignment with that which is limitless