Actively abhor foul representation who affably ignore th’ proselytization promoting prospective unconscious humanity blaming archangels ‘n claiming insanity on innocents crying false-laden promises entangled in nooses measuring girth’s snobbishness sapping sweet syrups imposing camaraderie brandishing weapons n’ governing lotteries Prick ‘n POP your safety bubble stop tick-tock clocks switch minute trouble refract tall topics ya can’t explain, I tried to once three men restrained tackle-slamming wisdom’s permanent toll on my openly honest heart pumped soul, iron branding scars ethereal in spirit ya can’t smell taste, touch nor hear it.
You have a condition, a predisposition, a mental submission that lacks intuition. Follow my mission: this spiritual vision of collective cognition. A solemn prediction in self-inquisition. A thought-based incision. Change your position and closely LISTEN: internal division, cerebral fission, callous derision. Enter Rapgician
Mechanical rabbits wondrin’ chase worming holes through outer space scrub the grime ‘n clean th’ blood draining trenches slopped with mud. lightning cracks across yer temples – zip split soul shatter snap reassemble. Electromagnetic syncopation, mud t’ blood corporealization! chance this die roll on non-stop flight-mares, dream up rainbows slip down nightmares morph th’ chrysalis ‘n cocoon it together hatch butterfly eggs gusting caterpillar-weather waving feathery pens ink scribing cool breeze branching resonance vibray-brating memories — that we are seeds of imagination! Imagine yourself… create Creation
You have a condition, a predisposition, a mental submission that lacks intuition, this is my mission: a spiritual vision of collective cognition, a solemn prediction in self-inquisition. A thought-based incision. Change your position and closely LISTEN: internal division cerebral fission callous derision. Mentor Rapgician.
A misting abyss of information links n’ syncs yur contemplation now open your third eye so no one can shut it poison nor drug it lobotomize cut it- center-yourself reflecting inner vision: these harnessed ideas define precision; t’ master th’ tricks study magic in light just adduh droppuh physics ‘til the chemistry’s right you’ll rocket past yer highest high – lids blinking lenses magnetize rid toxi-catastrophic detestable ringing replaced by electro-phoenix-elestial singing:*
Do as this rapgician does, milk the honey, feed the buzz, bee different, stay unique, evolve existence. Refine your Tweak.
You have a condition, a predisposition. A mental submission that lacks intuition. follow my mission: this spiritual vision of collective cognition. A solemn prediction in self-inquisition. A thought-based incision. Change your position and closely LISTEN to internal division cerebral fission and callous derision. Exit Rapgician.