[Verse 1]
This is like mathematics and supreme alphabets
I’m the akashic arcade’s alchemist architect
Marvelous artist with ancient texts
Alexandria’s army
Angelic Viking helmet
Psychedelic, the night hellish
Knight sitting between the righteous elders
Like I only have one life in Zelda
I’m the Machiavellian monks amongst the merkaba merry-go-round
Robot named Marvin, Microsoft cyber cypher sounds
Chakra channeler
Watch you change colors, I’m television-tron
The esoteric electricianist, I’m here to tune up your third eye
The caduceus handler
The frankincense and myrrh-der
The loops, I’m programming them
I am Chief Walter Bird-Sky
[Verse 2]
The demigods had kindreds on Mars descended from the stars into a [?]
As a hexagon fit into a pentagon
Recite Heavy Mental songs in the temple of crystal and bronze
From the tip of Babylon I picked agarikon
The Fomitop officinalis mushrooms we cut and consumed with the natives that wore tattoos, and the bushmen from huts that touched and in tune with the dust
They wore tusk, ate only nuts and fruits that’s heirloom
These tribes only took from the elephant if it died
They used it for medicine to survive
The elements are alive
The melanin starts to vibe
I meditate in a grove of lotus cloves
It’s off an eight directional road inside of a coven
Sometimes called cosmic, I’m conscious Cory, quartz or Larry Omen
In my past life I was known as the powerful prophet
The oracle old as ocean
I have spiritually spoken
This is like mathematics and supreme alphabets
I’m the akashic arcade’s alchemist architect
Marvelous artist with ancient texts
Alexandria’s army
Angelic Viking helmet
Psychedelic, the night hellish
Knight sitting between the righteous elders
Like I only have one life in Zelda
I’m the Machiavellian monks amongst the merkaba merry-go-round
Robot named Marvin, Microsoft cyber cypher sounds
Chakra channeler
Watch you change colors, I’m television-tron
The esoteric electricianist, I’m here to tune up your third eye
The caduceus handler
The frankincense and myrrh-der
The loops, I’m programming them
I am Chief Walter Bird-Sky
[Verse 2]
The demigods had kindreds on Mars descended from the stars into a [?]
As a hexagon fit into a pentagon
Recite Heavy Mental songs in the temple of crystal and bronze
From the tip of Babylon I picked agarikon
The Fomitop officinalis mushrooms we cut and consumed with the natives that wore tattoos, and the bushmen from huts that touched and in tune with the dust
They wore tusk, ate only nuts and fruits that’s heirloom
These tribes only took from the elephant if it died
They used it for medicine to survive
The elements are alive
The melanin starts to vibe
I meditate in a grove of lotus cloves
It’s off an eight directional road inside of a coven
Sometimes called cosmic, I’m conscious Cory, quartz or Larry Omen
In my past life I was known as the powerful prophet
The oracle old as ocean
I have spiritually spoken
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