Soul Shinobi, Kalki - 7 Space Monk (Prod. by Soul Shinobi) | Текст песни

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I’m a space monk amidst myriads of spaced junkies
Still I praise skunk and gifted Lemurians
mystic Assyrians & Mesopotamians
Stray with Iranians & pray with Ukrainians
My DNA’s Romanian & alien
A hybrid hailing from creatures
With salient features
I’ve sailed in the deepest abysses
The farthest recesses of the mind
From stardust I breathe hectically
As I climb in degrees, a mesmer with rhymes
I believe I was meant to be divine
We all are avataras guided by the North Star
Our coarse scars providing the course charted
An artist of sorts martyred by forces darker
Than thoughts bartered by corpses horrid
What I wrought flourishes in the midst
Of corrupted civilization
Like the constructive rise & invasion
of Nature’s vegetation patiently overtaking
The ruins & remnants of the past
I have a druid’s sentience
But I mask my madness
As for my status,
mentally it’s uncertain
I’m elementally unworthy
But I was meant to be for some purpose
I’m divining it, rhyming & climbing
The highest cliffs
Aligning with the Mayan’s glyphs
Signs of the Times amidst
Lines in my mind, I guess
I should continue my trek
to the middle of nebulas
& pillars of creation
Explore the trillions of constellations
& map them in my rap hymns
With brilliant concentration
Exuding photonic particles
In these sonic articles
The molecules composing my soul
Are artfully sown in a bold tapestry,
no blasphemy could reach it,
Mastering these speeches
And practising their teachings
is key to unravelling the evil inside you,
then collapsing it like rivals,
I’m a detractor of the Bible,
it’s actually of Sumerian originVarious Moorish men composed it
In clay tablets
Praying & fasting
To sway madness from their midst
I’m glad that it was gifted
But I’m sad for the Christians
Who take it as divine papers
The lying capers of priests
& slimy papal beasts
that assigned it to knavish people
as a blinding, aiding sequel
to their dismaying, evil laws
so they would pray & be peaceful
while they preyed on them like deceitful gods
Treated them like dogs & stray pawns
That they slaughtered
So they would stray on as martyrs in the afterlife,
laughter & strife, we need both,
the path of the Light
& the wrath of the Night
Like weed tokes
In the back of my mind I see ghosts
I seek most of them,
they seed tokens of my thoughts
from the blackest to divine ones
I sought them after my mind numbed
From psychotropics,
I might go to the tropics to chill some day,
& build with the Sun rays

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