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You so-called lyricist I am though you a genius so called scientist I can flow like water in a land where it's hot and cold So called journalist I am writing till my hands are swollen Out of control thoughts unfold but they are in control though How? easy a praying soul for the who knows I'm not brainwashed I can't remain simple because I serve God my bodies the temple Kricesoulja the mental spirits transparent Christ controls me The pencil he erased the virus sin then restored me back It was meant to be or not be become that Trinity inside of me Kricesoulja inside of the Earthadox combination is blessed To resurrect my brothers from mess I talk straight to the Heart and aim straight for the chest yo Dox let the Kricesoulja Explain the rest ok then bet I'm the external and Christ the Inner set broken in down in the Doxology and the trilogy is set