[Verse 1]
Light the incense it gets intense
About to invent sentence after sentence
‘Till the chapter’s immense
To capture the listener’s interest
With this creation it’ll take a little erasing
Lots of meditation and concentration
Above me, the moving constellations
I move my lips like I’m conversating
Ideas are combinating
From five spheres of a conscious oasis
Amazing, wait ‘till the rhyme begins aging
I'm like all nations in the body of one man caged in
Shooting rhymes from where planets are incubating
My ink starts spraying, bones are decaying
A throne is awaiting
I zone on these phrases
[Hook]
I can hear the angels
[Verse 2]
I write scrolls
Took the clothes of my future
Performing lyrical Kama Sutra within my medulla
Extracting the negative like a juicer
Attracted to her letters I seduced her
Now I'm standing naked in my thoughts
Exposing the body of my memories
My mind’s genitals connected with space minerals and releases relativity
From male to female changing chemistry
Inside that invisibility gave me the ability to be visually lyrically
When I squeeze the pen, it releases effergin
It gave me black swan bumps beneath my skin
Perform lyrical lobotomy
See the odyssey
With the proper MC
As the sun sets over Tibet
The monks pour me more tea
As I write near the stream
This is more than just poetry, with the pen I'm quite extreme
Just a project kid but when I write it gives me the insight of Kings
My mind goes way back into the cradle of knowledge
Angel Gabriel standing before this toddler
The bib of high science
I build a castle out of rhyming
I'm the capsule and the vitamin
In the womb of space
In the nursery of thought
In my room I would create, rehearsing my verses I would talk
My Similac was the pen in rap
My three eyes were the lens; it begins to snap
The longer the poems the stronger my bones
I'm on the desk as the writer
In my mental I would wet my diapers
Drinking from the bottle of Apollo
Writing the Gnostics between two cosmic tigers
I'm the Messiah, the solar facts, and the actual facts of rap
I'm 120 degrees, an abundance of cities and seas
And I’ll punish plenty MCs who try to run with my steez
My tongue is a gun and it’ll squeeze
I’ll burn sages, turn the pages, and I've heard these phrases
Light the incense it gets intense
About to invent sentence after sentence
‘Till the chapter’s immense
To capture the listener’s interest
With this creation it’ll take a little erasing
Lots of meditation and concentration
Above me, the moving constellations
I move my lips like I’m conversating
Ideas are combinating
From five spheres of a conscious oasis
Amazing, wait ‘till the rhyme begins aging
I'm like all nations in the body of one man caged in
Shooting rhymes from where planets are incubating
My ink starts spraying, bones are decaying
A throne is awaiting
I zone on these phrases
[Hook]
I can hear the angels
[Verse 2]
I write scrolls
Took the clothes of my future
Performing lyrical Kama Sutra within my medulla
Extracting the negative like a juicer
Attracted to her letters I seduced her
Now I'm standing naked in my thoughts
Exposing the body of my memories
My mind’s genitals connected with space minerals and releases relativity
From male to female changing chemistry
Inside that invisibility gave me the ability to be visually lyrically
When I squeeze the pen, it releases effergin
It gave me black swan bumps beneath my skin
Perform lyrical lobotomy
See the odyssey
With the proper MC
As the sun sets over Tibet
The monks pour me more tea
As I write near the stream
This is more than just poetry, with the pen I'm quite extreme
Just a project kid but when I write it gives me the insight of Kings
My mind goes way back into the cradle of knowledge
Angel Gabriel standing before this toddler
The bib of high science
I build a castle out of rhyming
I'm the capsule and the vitamin
In the womb of space
In the nursery of thought
In my room I would create, rehearsing my verses I would talk
My Similac was the pen in rap
My three eyes were the lens; it begins to snap
The longer the poems the stronger my bones
I'm on the desk as the writer
In my mental I would wet my diapers
Drinking from the bottle of Apollo
Writing the Gnostics between two cosmic tigers
I'm the Messiah, the solar facts, and the actual facts of rap
I'm 120 degrees, an abundance of cities and seas
And I’ll punish plenty MCs who try to run with my steez
My tongue is a gun and it’ll squeeze
I’ll burn sages, turn the pages, and I've heard these phrases
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