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blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted\nSupermagic, abracadabra kid\nMysterious master djinn, blacker pen\nArrowhead with the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh\nHarbour lights shinin' out the black power grid\nWith the Black Power grip, and pure power don't power trip\nPush the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip\nThe Gladwell point and Babylon Palace\nAll about nothing, where it's all about the dollar\nAnd mansions on the fault line of a shaky market\nThe Devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner\nGet off him, there is not a parcel or a portion\nOr a measure of a fortune more awesome, gorgeous\nThe funky Four Horsemen and one more with\nHi-Tek on the score, once more, of course\nYou're welcome, thanks\nAppreciation for your participation\nSpecial dedication\nCelebration ... bitches!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.96] Oh, yes indeed\n[00:05.06] I like this, I like this\n[00:07.83] Ayo, Hi-Tek\n[00:09.05] Do me a favour, man, speed it up a lil bit\n[00:10.44] From the intro, you 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