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The crowd starts to converse as lyrics start to emerse, The earth starts to reverse as stars start to burst, Relay it to your brethren, immaculate conception, Knowledge is my weapon, rhymings my profession, I do it with perfection, I only veer off path to redirect blind men in the right direction, With the assistance of a sentence I can go the distance, And escape the limits of my own five senses, It takes a revolutionary with a pen, To kill every illusionary devil in the end