Lyrics

My alchemical vessel has got my channel searching I saw myself turn old, die in a flash, I'm still purging Communicate with deities, the message is my purpose And my music is my worth cuz Beauty's in my imagery The picture's for observing Matter don't exist, does it matter, is it worth it? Lyrics ain't got matter but matter though they're eternal Connected like a circle Rise with eyes of virtue 33 rotations a minute is how i serve you Plus I gotta add a little [?] Pressure spinning round my head, I'm still searching For my inner limits, the limit, that's raps working Through the symmetry the golden [?] Infinite like the patterns that are fractal and emerging Through the planet that you're birthed in Objectively observing the underworld through currents like a urchin Immersed from the surface [?] like a furnace Cause and effect don't work there, it's worthless Many left hurting Bubble full'a pain Applying pressure to the wound There first before nursing Bust a few verses Cut through like a surgeon Never talk Would'a could'a should'a just pursue it Get a foot up on the mountain I'm climbing, I stay working Earn what I'm deserving Serving da riddim of the drum, and vision blurring Alter state of consciousness I find myself surfing Riding the crest of the wave that breaks perfect A new beginning's like cremators drawing curtains Born to the afterlife, embrace and nurture it Macabre style travels highway and perches Wherever light emerges Fortify yearnings Aura vibes bursting Source provides Earthlings This is the vessel that my soul's in Experiencing every single moment 'til I'm chosen To seek the void we compose in We are infinite like galaxies unfolding This is the chalice that I'm holding Experiencing every single moment 'til I'm chosen To seek the void we compose in We are infinite like the figure-8's motions Now have you ever seen a bullet try discriminate? Flying fucking cannonball, swings, smash your grubby knees Cut your fingernails, bitches this is not a war Any typ'a disruption and you'll wash up on the nearest shore Sycophantic with a psychopathic urge to fight Smacking all these feminine thugs, until their words are raw Urban nights, cycle circles round the murder rights Life's night-rider still surveying for an open door Stay the fuck away unless you feel to suffocate Serves you fuckers right, try'na see me like [?} I'll attack you with a broken [?] Fucking with the smoking [?] Doctor cloak and dagger with a bloody sword Muddy claws, swinging for the silver 'til it turned to lead I'll come along and smack the [?] your fucking head Futuristic when I'm spitting bars Rolling through the skies All these planets and the stars are my deck of cards Back in the days, weed was kicking like a metronome You sat around my house like you was scared to take the venture home But I'm a fully grown man, won't be sticking to his programme Somewhere underneath the dirty cold ground I'm as dead as you can kill me in the meantime, me and Mr Fliptrix are blowing off some steam time I'm traditionally valued as a guy to dodge You're looking like a virgin being held in a masonic lodge Fixed the pieces of the puzzle that my brain stores Dirty like the blade on that fucking Texan chainsaw [?] 'til I explode Motherfucking old school? You fake cats are retro Catching succotash rappers like a fucking rash Cut and slash, have him try and climb back in his mother's gash I'm as dead as you can kill me in the meantime, me and Mr Fliptrix are letting off some steam This is the vessel that my soul's in Experiencing every single moment 'til I'm chosen To seek the void we compose in We are infinite like galaxies unfolding This is the chalice that I'm holding Experiencing every single moment 'til I'm chosen To seek the void we compose in We are infinite like the figure-8's motions (Scratches)