(chorus)Devils are selfish self concious and cant help it
i find therapy within my felt tip
as i confess myself i progress myself

and bless myself everytime that i express myself

all distrractions aside i put my business first,

my existence on earth is trapped within the verse
aknowledge my surrounding with my senses
relay the information in the form of sentence

a verbal prophet living proff of duelism
with neuralogical systems to fuel rythims
the crowd starts to converse as lyrics start to emerge

the earth starts to reverse the stars start to burst
relay it to your brotherin a mack on their conception
my knowledge is my weapon rhymins my profession

i do it with perfection i only vere off path to redirect blind men in the right direction
i publicate !@#^ytic debates
to pulverize mc's that claim neutral states

refuse to keep my pencil in between the lines
create a magnum opus every single time i rhyme
my head is spinning from the rhyme intoxication

to rock the population is my only obligation
with the $$#istance of a sentence i can go the distance
and escape the limits of my own 5 senses

off the scope of the galaxy
linguistics are inefficient to describe me by !@#^ogies
malatic stimulation to brains in desire sin beyond my physical limitations

i grace the face of eliminations
and incorporate the experience in my visitation
to quote my rap bible soon the day shall come when heads bow

those rivals become disciples
its amazing what i bring to the nation
when i flow heads nod in perfect syncronization

it takes a revolutionary with a pen
to kill every illusionary devil in the end
beyond outer space all ends meet

a place my brain investigates a [mr m sleep]?
a true prophet will acknowledge they concious
and move beyond the neuroshovanistic nonsense


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many achieve victory in the contest
but sacrifice their life in the process
and yo il never misuse wat i was given

its not mine to misuse and thats the way im livin
even if it takes 250 bars
in letting the world know that the guards in charge

so verify it with terrocorsds and oracles
earth aint redy to hear my own rhetorical
i meditate for 40 days and 40 nights straight

to elevate my mental state so i can innovate
the type of rhymes thatl change lives
allowing you to see the transformation with your own eyes

discreet stay machines trying to chop this progress
of the human mental thought process
its beyond my comprehension

that a man made invention has divine intervention
so let me mention
i create lyrics so deep they cant be written on paper without a third demension

im within you as an mc
i simply express the dynamics of the spirits with my lyrics
too many wanna manippulate wat i stipulate

but it only recupiculates wat i articulate
through contemplation
you will find our minds are the denied elevation

by your own communication
environmental stimuly deceive
but through the presence of epervences one can achieve

levels of conciousness through normal concentration
way beyond the phenomen of formal operations
my rap sheets badder than %#@!

smeared ink wet from the drop of a tear
ive reached the culumination of my journey
those who expidite take flight prematurely

the time is come the rhyme is done
my mind is clear space is here the place is near
i conquer fear with anticipation
as i trancsend beyond the crescent moons and constellations
bring the chorus


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