Dots & Lines

Lupe Fiasco

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    You look just like how I'ma be
    Sacred geometry
    In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
    Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sign

    With a platinum plaque
    She like Robin, George, and Jack
    The mind fears what the blinds hide
    But I'm here on the blind side
    Hanging up till the line dies
    Then off the hook for the crimes try
    Get awful looks from tribe tribe unlawful jux we can climb skies
    That's Robin Hood, arrows of the rich'll steal
    In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
    Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
    When you make pie if you don't fidget
    Xzibit Pimp My Ride exquisite
    We G's coach us back if we die in business
    My Lord is my chemist, my sword is some Khemet
    Egyptian fonts and ankhs
    Scottish write with Montblancs let us stomp
    I walk as my father walk, master builder is what I thought

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    Yeah
    Where the golden means, so the overseer gets overseen
    And the over here's are the older things
    Can see the bell but don't know the rings
    The rings are not sounds, but circles
    Wear these on your virtues
    See through these circles just live Steve Urkel
    Till it's all universal
    And it harmonize and like the Porsche into the larger size
    And it's dynamic in the high standard
    So each degree has a part to price
    See big worlds have little worlds that feed on their velocity
    And little world have lesser worlds and so on to viscosity

    The applause and patience of the laws in nature
    Override lies and the laws of nations
    Pilgrims bear witness at all the stations
    Sun positions overcome traditions
    Numbers govern our young religions
    Dead levels making plum decisions
    Perpendicular to the undivision
    That's bad curricular to the unconditioned
    Any love less than unconditional is so under Christian it's unrepentant
    The physical part of my church emits the invisible arts of my work
    To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of this map
    But truth me told it's the pursuit of gold
    That turns the goal of men into trash
    The souls gold and they turning gold into cash
    And your reflection is your connection to more collections of more directions and paths
    If your reflection is a mask, then you're reflective of mass
    To see yourself just look at me then split your reflection in half

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    Composición: Lupe Fiasco, London Jack y Simon Mannuel Morel

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