Head Trip

Lyrics

Verse 1: I spit that DIMETHYLTRYPTAMINE, head trip I'm morphogenic mystery, to mystic, prayers my great, to polyrhythmic, I been here Pythagoras, master with the formula, hollnomic holograph spitted like a vortice The form changes, infinitely more ages, precision Checking out the _'s like a faded terrain Modified genetic, modification Biology, more like piracy of the archetypes Blueprint like, ultraviolet in the heart of night Luminescent lost through merrion with a vengeance soul contract specialize in interstellar contact Combat entities with magnetic sciences Psymatics coded all the sounds leave the soundscape Geometric, out of body head trip tell me is this dimension anything that you expected Paracelsius far past the illest shit embellish it Astrotheology the medicine, hermeutic Dropping jade tablets on the record Energetic, crystallize patterns I reflect it Verse 2: Undetected, with this style I've perfected Been subjected to the lies I've neglected Redirected, to the truth now protect it Recollect it, now my soul feels electric So majestic like the stones that's erected All across the globe in _ connect with Certain constellations in it's natural selection Prophecies projected in the patterns of procession Descendent of angellic, being's what you're seeing Far beyond the physical eyes what you believe in Reaper under I'm the meaning and the changing of the seasons And the temples that'll line up with the sun in different regions The architect, underground cities where the art is kept The hardest wept for mortal lives, dying from the hardest death Too many came in the game, bringing the largest dread But they just ruined the name, now they the artists left While simple cats still with math like they remedial My trigonometry basics like Wheel of Ezekiel Ill verses defeating you, thoughts that keep deleting you Are powered by the unseen hand that keeps on reaching through Your soul, and the body is the vehicle coal But you're lost inside the world but ain't nobody gon' know Till you open up your eyes in the city of gold 'Cause you transported from the plant, that was sacred and old Verse 3: Salvation is a chrome magnum, holding the song tablet Toe tagging, that's why I own this chrome magnum Get it cold casket wrapped in cold fabric Think you conscious but your knowledge is below average The old package, I embody everything We all gods and we kings, so what's the offering We coming off with that bling, god body But it cost a thing, a dark lobby but it caused a scene Psilocybin trippin' triggered an OBE I was slow in freeze with the spirit of old DB's Roll the cream getting higher with my higher self OCD when I write that's why I rhymes so well As far as I can tell, but she's a piece like a mud Rip a tree out it's trunk and plant a seed in it's stump Prophetic when I beam a stream of consciousness Speak with confidence like PhD's with doctorates Police stop and frisk, till a target is seen With a particle beam, to bargain and plead Arguably, the hardest with the bars and schemes Argue with me, I'm an artist it ain't hard to see Producing this gems, spewing mucous and phlegm Medusa's inducing this grin with hallucinogens (Quick facts) every solution falls around the Sun cycle And the planets alligning it's not some boy's bible