(Semi-automatic Socratic semantics

Stemming from Kemetics

Who were ravished and ravaged

By the rabid savages

Who managed to relish in lavish

Hellenistic repackaging

Of past scavenged rehashes

Of the ashes of Horus)

I ain't no phony one trick pony

Y'all jabronis ain't my homies

Y'all don't know me

I'm bestowing gnosis

Focusing on flowing

While your throwing shade

Remotely with your cronies

From your rosy cozy little homes

Supposing that you're noticing

Thematic reoccurrences

In the songs that I be furbishin'

It's causing you disturbance

Cause you've probably never heard it

You're a virgin to the learning

Burnin' in the urban furnace

My name ain't Curtis Jackson

And I sure as fuck ain't black, son

So you can bet your ass my actions

Won't reflect that in my rappin'

I ain't doing this for the fame

The dames, or emoticons of flames

I'm doing it to train your brain

Rejoin your broken hemispheres

And bring joy to both your blessed ears

I spent some years secluded

Stewing, brooding as a student

Of the College of Knowledge

The University of the Universe

Installing new columns

Within my halls for those fallen thoughts

That caused all my problems

I finally solved 'em by drawin'

And scrawlin' poems so solemn

Broke out of my own crucible

Reducible to White Ash

The noose was pulled right off my skull

No doubt I schooled my white ass

Took flight much like the firebird

Self-knighted as a sire

Worth admiring but not to worship

I had no need to force it

Stayed the course, so smooth like porcelain

Steered clear of the social horseshit

From my peers that caused distortion

And sorbent torsion of my Merkaba field

Sought Nirvana from Mahabharata

Evolved to scholar of what Gustav revealed

I can't be stopped, I wield immortal swords

Reformed from portions of the ORMEs

From former Lords of Orc wars

Stored in the corridors of Mordor

But I'm the Baggins in this myth

Battlin' you dragons with wit

Or mixed with Gandalf a bit

Cuz I'm a wiz with this shit

Vernacular aesthetic

I capture you with Vedic astrologix

Iconic word vomit phonics

And sonic Akashic sonnets

Will leave you catatonic

Psychonautical mycologist

Aristotelian apologist

Platonic solids what I'm bondin' with

HipGnostic's got reconnaissance

In the cottages of politicians

Lots of vicious dogs, I sic 'em

Hounds of Hell that Thoth had mentioned

In the halls they dwell in Amenti

Catching plenty of rebellious

Little hellians in The Empty

Hades is where I send thee

I came to wipe the terror outta Terra

And claim my wife as Hera

A marriage to repair the

Self-centered mass behavior

A savior to the slaves of paper

The pacemaker for the Schumann Resonance

Regulating human temperaments

Like the Jewish Exodus

MCs will get oppressed by this

Knockin' em off their precipice

As an anti-Molochian mock sacrifice

I cast a light so magnified

While passing time on the pad I write on

Igniting fire to papyrus

Dialing in my Eye of Thrice

Osiris greeting Isis from one iris to the other

Irish Druid undercover

Arya womb within my mother

Born in California but reformed around the corn

The maize of life had left me poor

And filled with scorn, I felt ignored

Rewards came with the solitude

My calling grew

Like Apollo knew he'd be following Zeus

Now I'm involved in music

And I got the gall to use it

Effectively as a weapon

For my intrepid hectic method

Of dismantling decrepit

Heretical clans of Jesuits

Semi-automatic Socratic semantics

Stemming from Kemetics

Who were ravished and ravaged

By the rabid savages

Who managed to relish in lavish

Hellenistic repackaging

Of past scavenged rehashes

Of the ashes of Horus

And now they're coming for us...

(Semi-automatic Socratic semantics

Stemming from Kemetics

Who were ravished and ravaged

By the rabid savages

Who managed to relish in lavish

Hellenistic repackaging

Of past scavenged rehashes

Of the ashes of Horus)