Sacred Center Feat. Deepak Chopra (Prod. by See Big)
I meditate in yogic poses Bathing in the flows & proses Of golden lotus children Reveal gems to the pilgrims On a trek to the sacred centre We’re an ageless sentience From pagan mentals I molded these phrases elemental I go through phases with my pencils That daze me like sensi Amaze me intensely I pray to the densities above To center me with Love So that it enters me Maximum entropy I’m not lax in my tendencies Not everything is actually what it’s meant to be We all suffer factually from dependency There’s a host of factors We’re ghosts in a labyrinth & most of us are hopeless bastards I won’t talk about bitches That’s a potent blasphemy I won’t talk about riches Cause I know that mastery of self Isn’t attained through amassing wealth Laugh if you will You’ll gnash your teeth later When you’re basking in Hell If you’re lacking green papers Be happy you’re healthy I beam lasers with my eye sockets Like Skywalkers I am a Coptic priest Cop this thesis If you mock it, cease & desist Or you’ll cease to exist & return to the dust In speechless bliss My deeds are listed In the Book of Life In akashic records When I look at my wife I’m at a loss for gestures or words I’m no jester with verbs I don’t pester the herds Of lesser beings If you get my meanings You’re blessed & gleamingI profess these teeming Sentences to be The entrance to being forget senseless demons Don’t wrestle with their legions The essence is to free them instead Why fight your enemy When you can free them from dread I believe in the Dreads Reading the Kebra Nagast The Ancestorz Akashik My lectures are Gnostic In its etymological root I’m metalogical & truthful Pedagogical proofs in my spokens I brew them like oats & barley You can quote them like Marley’s opuses, they guard you from hopelessness Don’t regard them as the dopest Like stars lacking focus I’m blasting lotus concoctions Laughing at the odes they’re dropping I’m a node that’s cosmic With infinite branches & intersections The answers in my message Are meant to free you from banters & bless you like mantras celestial Tantrically lessen the pressure Nescience is depression Elevate to the mansions of the Heavens Dance as the 7 lanterns guide you Be 77 times true Triple 6 is but a number You’re crippled sick in a slumber If you think it’s Evil What they ink is deceitful It’s a Kemetic proportion From the numbers 1 to 36 added up I’ve had enough of dirty tricks You have my word as a Trickster divine This is an elixir for your mind My writs are intertwined Like a triple helix With ripples you feel Liquid crystals congealing Missiles of steel For the officials that steal, lie & cheat Open your eyes to deceit & rise to the streetsDon't be blinded & weak Be timeless & meek When my irises speak It's pyrokinesis to jaded mentals I fly in my sleep to a jade temple Climb to the steeply elevated entrance Till I make it to the Sacred Centre