Kalki - Martial Arts (Prod. by See Big) | Текст песни

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Aikido tactics
With a Tai Chi flow
I practice Muay Thai with a stylo
The atlas’ vibes speak prose
Through me, seek the noble & true
Deep as the Golden Rules
& Codes of Ancients,
I’m the globe’s patron
Of Neurological Martial Arts
Prodigal Son of the Darkness
I spar with Martians
Stun them with dart hits
Shuriken sparks gleam
I paint Hurrian art scenes
Verbally chart teeming galaxies
With sparkling gleanings in the palaces
of Brahma, silent katas from the Mahabhrata
The malice of Mara couldn’t reach me
In this form, I’m impeaching
The dormant leeches’ boring speeches
I’m adorned with the breeze’s
Formless teachings
I’m morning & evening
Wrapped up in one being
I rap & touch the Sun gleaming
Bust a pun beaming
Trust none that’re deceiving
& bust guns as much as they’re breathing
As much as you need this
In order for you to clutch it & heed this
You’ll need to combust your ego
& dissipate it, breathe slow
& distance yourself from hatred
& Hellish patrons
If you dwell in the Matrix
It’s hard to smell & taste it
Delve into this oasis
& strike back
With fight tactics
Martial art practices
to spar & attack with
bicycle kicks & backflips
Mash Allah to you masters of self
Laughter is health
I’m a blacksmith in Hell
Crafting with stealth
You fell backwards
if you’re hailing the Masters of Wealth
You spell tragedyI smell blasphemy in your midst
To actually listen to this & grasp it
You have to be gifted or past it
I’m drifting in pastures
In the galactic distance
I have an army of bastard misfits
& goddesses, you can’t harm me
With your talk of ass & bitches
Class & riches, I’m an acid mixture
Poured in your drink
Till you’re gasping & twitching
Similar to Iboga & Ayahuasca
My scriptures are encoded like Nazca
In glyphs that are golden like Satya
Glowing like Pravda
I’m olden & raja
My soul is Prajna
I control the Prana
Tap into the Jnana of the atlas
You’re trapped in Ajnana, Avidya
I practice Shastravidya
Like Rudraksha the Riishii
Rude rajas can’t see me
Like Tupac Amaru I breathe speeches
When I drop es claro
That my topics are arrows
Shot at the pharaohs of society
that lie to thee
The tarot of piety
Is bleakly foreboding
Like speaking war omens
I’m leaking more poems
Weekly than all your cronies combined
I’m honing your mind
If only you could find
Atonement divine
Like the chosen kind
Find Ohm in these rhymes

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