Thought I'd post lyrics,
execution of style so sick i sip infinity as tridimensional form leaking facets of the frame assemble sworn in on every ancient book of wisdom,
folding inwards as philosopher kings minds are sterilized by the 9 divines, dividing unevenly, irrational landscapes come forth are set, to the step
of gilgamesh as waves harness flesh, bone, mind, eye,
try to find fractal fine print beneath the dotted line which i signed before my day of birth, legally binding me to 120 years upon the earth. planet
to atoms and back, disassamble reality tune and fix the flat, current picture of humanity the frame is phat but the canvas is black, like inside out
smoke stacks, mal intent, mars the glass,
mirror aint a mirror if its dark as ash, confused? just ask. truth of facts, the difference is vast, you should learn from past, ancient symbols and
math, first step on the path, next comes, micro magnetic mental manipulation
formulation of thought, idea alchemy. phase three, eyes that see, he that hath knowledge will derive the meaning,
ending with number 4, your minds the key now find the door, love is a locksmith,
near the end youre left with,1 million times your current sensory awareness. perception of the writhing relfection, the ageless worm thats of no
concern to the majority mind, cognitive grime paralyzes the shine, the light of we ,
not man but he, to simplify ill leave behind a hermetically encapsulated klein bottle of electric wine, nectar of the innermost holographic vine.
sown seed, soon grows, no needs, all pros, no cons, wander on to the top of the mountain where time and space bend. your journeys pre-destined..
The infninite texture of finite awarness, the sirens always blare whenever people start declarin the natural given right to a natural livin life,
blinded sight from hypocracy flights, calcified from the start, they cant see art, neutron star hearts, too dense, with surfaces that will not part
leading to self demotification, confused command station endangering the whole organization.
hyper mental judo redirects all that you throw, suppresses all that you know, puts an end to your show, like your lost in the snow, storms, blizzards,
tidal waves, monsoons, earth fissures, ive presented all the data now go figure,
numbered filaments possibly refractive figments of my electronic imaging center, as apathetic money masters prepare for nuclear winter. their strange
table is set for the false dinner, as all star sinners flock around supposed holy ground.
with a fist I pound upon the pavement, comfortable enslavement, caught in the snare of payment, you pay rent as your moneys spent on blood, spent on
dubs, spent on fine wine by secret clubs. We make what you need, so you need what we make, even if its all fake, you still want some cake.
moving too erratic no emergency brake, your process would change if you knew the stakes. if you heard those 4 words yo your heart would race. "I
never knew you" the godhead said to your face. you froze in place, truth of the matter so hot you immolated on the spot.
from the highest parts the manifold was brought, an alter activated when you enter, it's presence like a splinter in my thought, ego levels begin to
drop when it's message is sought. dissolution, false bricks build real walls, truth, like c4 will make it fall.
I shed my tears for those who died for the false cause, bush makin jokes bout how he never found em, only a demons that smug with bodies piled around
him
escape the dynamite, no no prophet man nows not the time to speak nows the time to sqeak by,passively they hassle me as i try, pre spun hollow facts,
zero information in the peoples paper the nozzles far too tapered,
unrestricted flow absence, like fake absynthe the curtain is pervasive in the market environment is dark so i spark it, no lantern so my bliz gets
lit
im dyin to see somethin more than what my three eyes show me but before my physical grip slackens and slips i will ever be... ever intruding,
constantly alluding capture, skill like hatsumi, covertly confusing the enemy... like a born again christian escaping the rapture,
my form can fuse to trees
with broken step and crooked posture, i trek the ground, my ankles are bound to feel new grasses
you should probably kill that feeling inside telling you to go back, you wont need that, you dont see that?
I see vast, beyond a couple cages, I reach the omni, I see past, the copper cube in the deepest pit of the pharoahs tomb where the golem saw me
their instruments cant take the tension
as envisioned the sentence was written and signed with a drop of endorhins,
as the kings of old sold the soul for more gold than the current councils pay roll,pay the toll,as you wake and breathe, youre finally alive, but in a
sea of dead energy
your inner 8 ball screaming at the top of its lungs "quit shakin meeee"
[gibberish]
I wage war with suppressed tech, every syllable is loaded and double checked, verbally sniped from the tower of the upper deck, exit wound just a
speck, so much force, collapse your neck, guess whats next? im sick of disrespect, inept emcess constantly causin me to hit eject, your mic stance is
incorrect, your soul I disect, injection, the infection now spreadin through your nerve centers, mind splinters, then i cash my check. send all the
money to my mountain sect.
As wicked minds fiend for control of all nations, i mentally hack their substations, enter their base of operations. "sir the mind control is
experiencing complications" extract and beam hidden knowledge to the masses, now your third eye sees.. through 20 20 glasses, i grip space and twist
it, bend it, youv been ended..
I alter the landscape with my mindstate, using systems of weights I shift tectonic plates to bring fate to the doors of the fake... no hate, not here
to eat the cake, im gonna pack, send and ship it to those with empty plates due to skyrocketing financial rates, so sit back and relax while your
brain's OS, operating system 98, updates..
I mock the whole [explicit] em-pire, hold no desires, zen master ascending tibetan spires... you can try to battle but you will get bested, weak
techniques, with speech congested, wackness infested
little man with a gun in his hand, button on, finger to the button is he gonna pullit?
Thats all I got