Coffee and Sleeping Pills
This writing is a heightened form of enlightenment
The alignment, chakra stones brighten
Electrons get excited
Pure organic vibrational state
My spine is a space, my mind inflates
Gravitate, the elements surround, begin to animate
You have no weight
Behold a supernova planet shape
The caduceus loop with cobras
God, man and snake, leaping through the hoops of yoga
The body’s sacred geometry
Shiva arms are free
In thе ether, try to stay calm and breathе
Deeper, the more I flow, the more bars you see
Seeker, now let’s see if you can go as far as me
Nebulas passed
Fix the contrast
Pick up the forecast
Going through orbs of gas and aroura glass
Hope you’re absorbing, my mind recording fast
No mask, no grass, magnificent speed
At last the task, the different emcee
Airbags, I zigzag, turn 360 degrees
Without ever slowing down or stopping, just listen to me
The star Sirius B, we are far mic checker, emceeing
My greatness inflated to a great stellated dodecahedron
To the nebula, forever streaming
No pressure, I flow better breathing
Each line, deep rhymes marrying
The mind designed divine chariots
Separating the Kabbalah from the macabre
The journey begins inward, then outer
Traveling up oneself into the form of realization
Beyond the concepts of separation
That’s divine union
Now enter the line for the rhyme reviewing
Mystical practice
Esoteric, geometric, what rap did
I just said it, you attract it, magnets
You ruin truth when you stretch it, elastic
Rappers you can see right through, plastic
Relax your body, let your conscience free
You are now witness to a true emcee
Take off your Air Max, for these grounds are holy
The bars by IMAX and the sounds by Dolby
No I’m not the same artist
Who needs a fountain of youth when you’re from the rainforest?
Who needs social media when your flows an explosive meteor when the culture needed more?
C4, napalm in a page from Psalms
It’s hard to stay on blogs when everyday on guard
Playing hard to explain the unexplained when you got over a hundred names
When I take a selfie, I see twelve of me
One Saudi, one Israeli
One sick, three healthy
One poor, four wealthy
One fit but the one that’s rich is the one with the big belly
But I’ma get back to six packs soon as I give the six packs back
Forgiveness, I’m winded
It’s 2:30 a.m. in the morning, I’m too daggone tired to finish