Robert L. Ripley

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Omid Walizadeh & Hymnal - Rap

Robert L. Ripley

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(H.I.M.N.L.) [Verse 1] Believe it or not Products of appraisal Submitted for your approval The incredible shrunken head collection of the Indians of Ecuador Reduced to fist size! New! The MC world paralyzed in hip-hop battle As the appearance of Jesus suddenly moved the crowd This just in now! The Sasquatch has just been kicked down a notch in the most sought after category by an MC who isn't in it for the money Evidently none can be found Travel down to strange and exotic lands where tribal people dance ecstatic in religious trances a thousand miles away from mainstream music And you won't believe it Therefore you'll have to see it for yourselves An artist who is not a preacher peddling music for profit And a man approached by a black person who don't want his wallet [Chorus] Believe it or not Human flight without the use of mechanical instruments is possible You must focus on the neutral spaces between atoms to float The alleviation of all suffering is plausible if we do not desire more of what we do not have [Verse 2] Submitted for your approval Take one woman Even without television she sauntered gainfully across the window screens of the Black city Ass is round Walking down the streets of the African town Cleavage drawn Taking trips through South Central with red lips painted on in the Black city Invisible thong Sitting in the hair and nail salon Black men lusting after her through the clear window Getting her light brown hair done A young Black woman waits on her appointment Consulting her master's thesis [Chorus] Believe it or not Human flight without the use of mechanical instruments is possible You must focus on the neutral spaces between atoms to float The alleviation of all suffering is plausible if we do not desire more of what we do not have [Verse 3] There exists a remote crew of MCs who live in the world but not of it They move in ten directions Simultaneously transforming base metals into gold They hold beauty as equal to ugliness They transfuse matter with spirit And combine opposites Making use of negative space They invite no comparison They create the patterns of heaven They put no other human head above their own Shapeless yet upright They provide light without electricity They are lamps unto themselves They are last in line and so become first to lead anyone to Nirvana They don't need anything to survive Contemplating nature They become infinite Riding the seasons They ascend without copilot

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  • Omid Walizadeh