07) DE•JA•VU (PROD. MASTA-KATE)

AND IT FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY. SAID IT FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY'S ANOTHER EVERYDAY.
FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY'S ANOTHER.
AND IT FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY. SAID IT FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY'S ANOTHER EVERYDAY.
FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY.
AND IT FEELS LIKE EVERYDAY'S ANOTHER DE.JA.VU
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IT WAS A DAY JUST LIKE THIS
SUNNY DAY. SUMMER RAIN JUST LIKE THIS
THIS MUST BE LIFE. OR
IS THIS DE JA VU AND LIFE'S HAPPENIN TWICE.
THE SAME PLACE BUT A DIFFERENT TIME.
OR SAME TIME IN A DIFFERENT PLACE.
IM IN A DIFFERENT SPACE RIGHT NOW
BUT IT SEEMS THE SAME.
I CAN TASTE THE RAIN
AS DRIPS DOWN MY WINDOW PANE.
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I MORE AT PEACE NOW NATURALLY
SO I THREW AWAY THE BONG AND THE FLASK FOR HARASSINGME
BUT YO THE MEMORIES AFTER ME
AND...I CANT RUN FAST ENOUGH TO PASS'EM UP. DAMN.
IM REMINISCIN ON MY PAST LIFE. MY PAST WIFE
AND MY PAST TRIFE WAYS OF LIVIN. THE BAG PIPER.
HE PLAYS IN THE MEMORY OF.
THE BIRDS CHURP. THEY MY MEMORY DOVES
AND THEY REMEMBER ME CUZ, THEY REMEMBER THE LOVE.
...THEY REMEMBER BACK WHEN. IT WAS SIMPLE THEN
ITS TOO COMPLICATED NOW FOR US SIMPLETONS
WISHIN ICA GO WAY BACK THERE. BUT I CANT NOW
MOVIN PASS THIS EMPTY SHOTGLASS THAT IM STARIN DOWN
IM REMINISCIN ON THE PRESENT TENSE
IF ITS A GIFT, WHY THE FK IS MY PRESENCE TENSE? HUH?
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TELL ME IS THIS...DE JA VU
IS IT A GLITCH IN A MATRIX. HAIKU
17 SYLLABLE LETTERS WILL COME FIND YOU
ANYWHERE YOU TRY TO HIDE TRUTH.
LIKE A LOST SHADOW AT HIGH NOON
...IT'LL SNEAK UP BEHIND YOU
IM REMINISCIN ON THE FUTURE.
FROM HERE ITS 11AM.
STUMBLIN I FOUND THE SUBTLE WAY IN
FROM A FAR FALL AND THE HURT'S REAL. THE PAIN KILLS
ALL THINGS RECOGNIZABLE AINT REAL LIKE REFLECTIONS
I STARE IN THE MIRROR SAYIN MY OWN NAME
BACKWARDS 3 TIMES IM PLAYIN MY OLD GAMES.
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OUTTA MY MIND AT TIMES. IM IN THE WRONG ZONE
MY MIND GONE. IM NOW HOME. THE UNDEAD
FROM A CLOT OF CONGEALED BLOOD. THE UNREAD
THE REVERSAL. MY THOUGHT REPLAY IN THE DEVILS' HEAD
AND HE HAUNTS ME AND THE PAIN KILLS.
MAYBE ALL THINGS RECOGNIZABLE ARE REAL LIKE REFLECTIONS
I STARE IN THE MIRROR SAYIN MY OWN NAME.
BACKWARDS 3 TIMES IM PLAYIN MY OLD GAMES.
TRUE LIES FROM ENEMIES TOO CLOSE.
FRIENDLY FIRE. IM THE PRESENSE OF 2 GHOSTS.
IM TOO CLOSE TO SIDE UNFAMLIAR.
SEPARATE IS SELF AND SOUL SEEN THRU ONE MIRROR.
AND IT SEEMS SO UNFAIR.
THAT HES DYING INSIDE SINGING MY SONG. ST CECILIA
ITS SUICIDE. ITS A SUICIDE.
6 MILLIONS WAYS TO DIE. MAY MY SOUL SURVIVE THIS DEJAVU.