2 Slay the Mind Dragon Feat. Stranded & Joseph Campbell (Prod. by Soul Shinobi)
Slay the mind dragon with prayer, rhyming & fasting Timeless practices that fracture you From what binds & traps you Collapse through reality & synaptic fallacies travel in your dreams beyond the speed of mind Unravel all the seams from eons of confinement re-align with forgotten eras you’re the begotten bearers of the future’s legacy be truthful with your enemies & fruitful with your energies a suitable kin to me Is one who follows his own path At one with tomorrow’s lone masters No math could compare with mine in linguistics What I bear shines intrinsic Like the rare minds of princes I share divine instants Infinity’s within like divinity You’re kin to limitless gods & goddesses Vividly dodge & progress amidst dogs & the oddest Of beings, demons are gods unseen It’s just a matter of time It’s just a manner of rhyme Mnemonic data inside it Encrypted in unfathomable bit cyphers That blast like hits of lightening Ghastly & a bit frightening at moments I’m likened to omens from 7 th density beings A propensity for seeing the Light in the Darkest abysses I’m freeing the Night if you harken & listen At odds with this system we’re trapped in The prison is vaster than you think I’m splashing gems in ink with rhythm & rapping Envision it & bask in Millenias of past tenses Laugh in the immensity Of this vast & endlessly Expanding Cosmic ocean In the mansions of the gods of olden Stranded what people think and what is have a huge distinction withinbut time is only wrinkles to skin it's all about the strength of the lens light and the angle it bends for perspective defines the shape of a glimpse so be careful where you stare you might be changing events my mind gets tangled in the vines that dangle within the dense jungle that men crumble like it's paper to them the paradox of what a parasite's behavior prevents if they were to reciprocate the reserves they wish to take wouldn't end the path of the fool selfish to a fault they think a master should rule but that's the last thing a true master would ever actually do i have a habit of bending the rules i'm the type to dive from my nest without flying yet and flap my wings to the moon i do not accept what is commonly accepted as the things we can do i use my time to try to turnwhat i imagine into the truth like a bird sai's chakra-compacted ink would produce i rapid eye pattern blink and diffuse and re-assimilate in a distant place that i choose a made up location a construct of my contemplation contemporary convergence conquered by concentration concurrent concentric conation confirming concatenated content conveyance concerted contract-inflation two birds a stone but no death an all-encompassing net i pinpoint what i want and i catch the weight i carry measures tons in regret but i endure so as to mature and be reminded that the pain i feel for what i've done to you is but a fraction of YOURS when considering proverbial pebbles ponds and ripples you can't imagine their shores for every action performed chain reactions are born the gears and cogs that engineer the broad patterns they form brotherhoodand prajna are my swords i fight without fighting the creative application of war along the path i take is a vast array to explore which i plan to take advantage of on my way to the morgue whether today or 88 mph and two flames indicating the course either way my objective is the same going forward my future will always be a better place than before i'm known as an ocean of blades 'cause my words are gentle unless you go against the waves that they're on