Time To Get Lyrical...

When the beat is ill, peoples neel
to the king from south Cranston to Beacon Hill
Calgary. Yea.. I put it on the map
cause I'm the cat that raps right and exact like
"DAMNNNN... that cats so savage"
lacing dirty beats, bouncing earth's axis
nicely. Far from average.
Battle kids spitting punchlines and then tattling...
...Yea they haggard as shit.
Grabbing their dicks like kidney stones all up in that shit...
...
My style stays laid back like bitches rubbing their clits...
First and foremost rhymes is foul as fuck
devouring much godly power and such.
Unravel the.. dismantle the
Bilderberg committee. whirlwind thru cities!
Walt Disney! Buz Aldrin! Calling
thirty-third degree agents. Free Masons
Be waiting. I'm two step ahead of em...
Sedating their drinks. Once sleeping heads I'm severing.
...in the name of benevolence
Severance pay to the slaves of malevolence...
Misnaming humans with corporations
aimed at boosting paychecks improving relations
supra-nationally...
Abolishing laws of admiralty...
The savagest beat for the taking... happens to be
in the making day out and day in.



Emphasize my rhymes till the time i rise..
to higher levels of consciousness.
Aware of this conglomerate conscious shift
towards ego dissolution "auspicious, awesome bliss"
Awareness of Brahman, the source, Allah kin
of course impossible when self is tossed in.
The roster begins with monstrous men;
The annunaki from far beyond the moon in the sky.
Who am I? Lucid mind. Apprehension when rapping.
Inevitable network of flows yet to be tapped into.
Imagine the possible void of unstoppable
infinite potential blessed upon instrumentals.
There's a war goin on inside... in the mental.
To let go your mind's been thought detrimental.
Yet, terrestrial knowledge, extraterrestrial caucus.
Pay homage to great men, sages, druids and shamans...
Lost in space... Lost in consciousness...
Lost in taste, touch, sight, sound and scent...
Dharmaless... incense spark a mist.
Bodhidharma with hard to hit infantry...
The lotus leaves of the bodhi tree opens the
chakra system. Glistening. Virtuous awe.
Birth of the god-like prana striking meridians...
Calmed insight... A kid again...



Psychedelic cadence and jazz bass & metre.
Funk drums & hits and tango vibes be the
sound of the gulliest... Good golly it's the
cat with the sound that pounds
to makes your ears blister...
Rip the vintage records straight from vinyl
I'll be coppin loops that stomp em fools with awkward views
Your optical trio be all seeing...
Be illogical. I would've worked on
elementary tactics slapping rappers backwards silly.
Slapstick humour used to be my fast-fix lure
from plastic reality so seemingly past-tense is what I be.
Suddenly... as if nothing seemed plausible
audible lessons dressed in hippie attire
caught my eye. Thoughts despised by authority
lord of the flies style of ordering lives
immorally. I like normandy
horde the truth. Look through loose files.
Snoops bios. The X-files.
Then smile... Knowing how seeing is believing
Piecing pieces frequently and seeing history repeating...



Each civilization on earth honors corporations...
over homosapiens...
Taking in countless dollars of wealth.
A false love for self when the cards are dealt...
Charge the helpless with bargained felted tip fines..
Waste their non-detained time...
Harassing em. Taking all fines and transferring
em into private asset firms.
Under the acronym CAFR
which then stands for
The Comprehensive Annual Financial Report.
It's time to settle the score
and stop this fraud it's manipulating markets...
in the stock exchange. Guard your change
from the marksman's game...