I walk through the valley of the shadow of death without touching the ground

Strapped with a 4 pound

The Lord of the underground, beyond profound

An ageless star traveler, spit with the force and the power of the Hadron Collider, massive tachionic fighter

Assassinating biters, the black clad warrior veiled in secrecy

Deliver death to all devils, with ice veined efficiency

, deceptive to the retina as I slip through thе shadows, the Immortal Sorcerer, it's postmortеm if you battle

The psychonaut espionage with super human skill

I walk the Rosenbridge to parallel universes at will, communicating with realms way outside our galaxy

Study math as mass is converted to kinetic energy, beyond the theory of relativity, a metaphysical revery

Lord Atma is the cosmonaut from Kepler 22B, peace to the ageless guardians and the gods overseeing me

The ancient monk from the Angkor Watt Temple

A giant cosmic storm swarms the gods mental

Born 600 light years away from the earth

Luminous beings with wings can be seen listening to my verse

Flying in spacecrafts defying the laws of physics

Photoelectric effects were always left upon their visits

Complex engineering of internal wireless, as super consciousness is guided the ancient cosmic advisors

10 billion neurons fire my parietal lobe

Neo cortex harnesses 12 chakras when I flow

Trillions of gleo cells formulate the cognition

Extra ordinary DNA beyond comprehension

As spheres of fire cast shadows in bright sunlight

Fiery shields of star beings hover off into the night, Atma is an Opus like the Madama Butterfly

The most mystic with compositions

Don't compare with these other guys, past life connections to the Zuni and Hopi Tribes

Carved alien petroglyphs into rock sediment in ancient times

A master mummified for countless lifetimes

Each time that I died, they put my brain a jar of formaldehyde

To analyze and study as a scientific treasure

And like the mind of Einstein

My rhymes will live on forever, lyrics heavier than the H blocks at Puma Punku

Here's sonic levitation of an immovable truth to you

Compassionate and real, galactic with skill

I mastered the craft, the first shall be last when I build

In a class by myself, the protagonist that ill

Reboard my spacecraft and turn rock into glass at will

Pythagorus grill, you ain't as serious man yield, it was Haile Sellasie I that peeled that last seal

I've mastered the flow

None of yawl cats wanna battle yo

Fuck yawl skinny jean pussy emcees with the camel toe

An ancient soothsayer, painting the mosaic

I've been waitin for rappers to say my name, but the won't say it

I'm a ghost in the matrix, until Babylon falls, you're flow is basic

I'm a star traveler from God

Elegant as snowfall inbetween your brain cells

Intelligence insoluble the seeker escapes hell

Obliterate and build

Disintegrate whoever you think is ill

I chop up fake snakes and snatch the fangs out their grills

Leave em dead in the field

While making classic tracks

Sonics can levitate the heaviest granite slabs

Smashing all yall crabs with telekinesis and secret mantras

I summon luminous beings with the Siddhis of the Shaman."