[Verse]
Early September and already the smell of snow is in the wind
The earth grows quiet, its girth grows silent
Life becomes virtual, the universe knowledge
The work of the timber man, the verse from the shaman
The search through the winter land, the church out in Shaolin
Monks bowing by the thousands
At night the wolves are quiet, but the moon is howling
Unearthed, inscripted on their tomb a falcon
Son’s birth while kings nurse their wounds on mountains where gods rules, pulling from their womb a phallus
And goddesses too, Eve in a tomb brought balance
‘cause many met their doom with violence
Arrow shot, platoons play their tune with violins
For now that’s victory ’til their offsprings become kings and their necks soon to challenge
Burn sage and palo santo, clear the airways, say a prayer then bathe
Afterwards dry off then shave, then stare in my mirror, I’m Van Gogh
My hand goes over rose-hips and crucifix jade with candles
Slow bullets sung by the sultry voice of Sade phase off as summer soft
Begin and gently come in
I reminisce as Stevie Wonder plays the piano and so you wait to see what’s your due
That part of the song was my mantra, made me a monster
Started making matcha, some powdered maca
Light a flower, turn on the power
My double album is on for an hour, plays down my lessons, plays down my Kabbalah
My face in space ‘cause I took the rocket
Now I’m the whole universe and that’s the saga
And he said to the Lord, “Oh, let us behold your presence”
And God answered, “I will make all my goodness pass before you”
“And I will proclaim you before the name, Lord”
“Then the grace that I grant and the compassion that I show, now go”
My mic is like a tuning fork
Walk through New York like the human torch
Consumed with thoughts ancient Sumer taught
Became a killer priest soon as I removed the cross
Water bees got into the quartz
Pick up the tablets that said you’re the force
Around the atlas, you’re the source
Early September and already the smell of snow is in the wind
The earth grows quiet, its girth grows silent
Life becomes virtual, the universe knowledge
The work of the timber man, the verse from the shaman
The search through the winter land, the church out in Shaolin
Monks bowing by the thousands
At night the wolves are quiet, but the moon is howling
Unearthed, inscripted on their tomb a falcon
Son’s birth while kings nurse their wounds on mountains where gods rules, pulling from their womb a phallus
And goddesses too, Eve in a tomb brought balance
‘cause many met their doom with violence
Arrow shot, platoons play their tune with violins
For now that’s victory ’til their offsprings become kings and their necks soon to challenge
Burn sage and palo santo, clear the airways, say a prayer then bathe
Afterwards dry off then shave, then stare in my mirror, I’m Van Gogh
My hand goes over rose-hips and crucifix jade with candles
Slow bullets sung by the sultry voice of Sade phase off as summer soft
Begin and gently come in
I reminisce as Stevie Wonder plays the piano and so you wait to see what’s your due
That part of the song was my mantra, made me a monster
Started making matcha, some powdered maca
Light a flower, turn on the power
My double album is on for an hour, plays down my lessons, plays down my Kabbalah
My face in space ‘cause I took the rocket
Now I’m the whole universe and that’s the saga
And he said to the Lord, “Oh, let us behold your presence”
And God answered, “I will make all my goodness pass before you”
“And I will proclaim you before the name, Lord”
“Then the grace that I grant and the compassion that I show, now go”
My mic is like a tuning fork
Walk through New York like the human torch
Consumed with thoughts ancient Sumer taught
Became a killer priest soon as I removed the cross
Water bees got into the quartz
Pick up the tablets that said you’re the force
Around the atlas, you’re the source
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