It be the peace, Allah, ja

Ellegua, Shangó, Ogún

Abasadubiago [?]

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Run, don't walk, through the hectic

Jungles of the concrete

Shadows on the graven obelisk

Monocle swimmin' through the cold water

Purity, dick [?] under the black smoke

Do a little dance with your hoodie pulled up if you feel that way

We carve the days of the future from the present

The pleasant dark nights

Sing a lonely song, beautiful

Music is melancholy

The whisper of the dead hummin' strong in the heart of the livin'

A circular creature

A given merc in your feelins to clear out the way for the flowers of your new emotional garden

I'm coastin', I'm coastin' through the farthest reaches of your interior mindspace

Time tastes sweet on the tongue of the immortal grio Dios mio te Ophelio

Hittin the combos a la Cubano, miro los mano

Africano, Romano, San Francisco, Honolulu, [Karukuku?]

Your dooby cuckoo, shoop, dooby doos, Zoot, doobies cool a fool, oops, truly schoolin' fools, hooty hoo, dutifully put more bars into the forever song

Huh, one long verse till I'm dead and gone and even beyond that

Your boy just a part of life happenin'

Empty my head of these raps that be swimmin' in circles up in there

Hit you with the aloe veras, gray matter, skin care, blood of the succulent, soothin' the cuts in your soul, skin tissues, in Vishnu mantras, no answers

Style like that of a praying mantis combined with a panther's

Dancin' to nothingness

Enchanted, the trouble just drip off you, left with the real

Yes, yes, ya'll, real hip hop

Zig zag zig, Allah

You gon' overstand when the curtain drawn

Hurt the song murder, murder it in fact

Need a hearse for the track, call the coroner

My metaphysical compact disk spins forever in your brain piece

Call seven-seven-seven to order that

Explore the black visions that project into the back of your mental

The math of it be snappin' your pencil in half, God

The numbers be bigger than mere graphite

The morning assembles itself from the remnants of last night

Existence is suffering

Peace is the antidote

Dig for the joy deep inside of you

The joy pop out of your soul and say hi to you

Love be the truth, it never lie to you

You lie to yourself about it, though, sometimes

That's a difference and important distinction if I may say so

Slay so, cray so, dang yo, me slang so amaze so gang so, halo

Gang bang major, man, hit the pager for the yayo

See me gettin the mayo, no I'm playin' yo

Who said what now? Mystical, magical, hip hop rap

Yea, fuckin' underground

Listen to the sounds of the drum, wow

Pound in the one down into the ground

Plant the tempo of the soul circus I travel with

Breakin' the love, bread, have a bit

Life is a drugsale, haggle a bit

Thug at a candle-lit table in a three-piece suit

Your boy Zoot, hella peace, [?]

Skeet, skeet, skeet on the lips of a beautiful angel

Dip in the beautiful tangle of life

The ropes of existence get knotted

[and hearted?] in the seaspray, captain

Oh, captain, go down with the ship

Uh, confounded, I'm one with the sound that's inside of me

Uh, bound to be free

Hounds at the gate of my centrality

Undoubtedly the most ferocious opus generator

Plenty haters hate as if it was worth it

Sip on the perfect circular nectars of vectors

Triangulate geometrical potions and rose-ical notions of the holy flower

Holdin' the hand of the mind clock

Shine hot, fire on the fantasy, hand me the [?], we gon' rise above

Hide your love away from the devil bird that be flyin' with the eye panoptical, man

Uh, the Cancer tropical, Moon-style

Retrograde

Set the pace

Let the race win you

The great Hindu pantheons active in the corners of your animal bones

[Abasadubiago?], yo

Your boy fuckin' a problem, man

Plus I handle my own

Stand on my own two

Ya'll ought to stand on your own, too

Nobody own you

Circular repetitions of the positivity

Vision impossibilities, wow

We live in the now

Right now