Soul Shinobi, Kalki - 8 Spiritual Position Feat. Joseph Campbell (Prod. by Soul Shinobi) | Текст песни

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• Soul Shinobi, Kalki
• 8 Spiritual Position Feat. Joseph Campbell (Prod. by Soul Shinobi)

Hear this & you’ll drift
into my spiritual position
I mirror what you listen
in the astral planes
Though my past is strange,
I’ve cast & slain
devils with my math arranged
in levels from a bastard’s pain
like the wrath of Cain
From cursed to blessed,
the Earth is my breath
and my cursive letters
reverse the sedatives
That worsen your betterment,
though my verses’ impediment
is rhyming & rhetoric,
I chime them with veterans
They rise and settle like suns do,
I’m better than Sun Tzu
I practice the art of Peace & rebirthing
My speeches breed & nurture beasts
into perfect kinesis,
with mirth in thesis
My worth is speechless
what I birth in theses
is parallel to none,
many names chronologically
I'm the barrel of a gun
with many aims astrologically
Your master's hypotheses
compared to my Suns
when they're gleaming
at the end of the evening
Is barely glum
I dare to shun
those that lend a deceiving ear
to my gleanings,
spear those that are breeding fear
If you're breathing near me,
keep an ear to the slums
while you're reading theories like fearing nuns
I bear & son cosmic rays & pulsars
I engulf stars in my bars & prayers
Thwarting layers of beings from the greyest regions
With akashic entities of cosmic densities
I script singularities of event horizons
Shift the polarities & rise
as a distant aerial mist
with a mystic clarityLift to the Aethers, verily,
I'm eager to reach the rift and transcend it
Span centuries of teachings blissful
then millenias & eons till I merge
With the supreme essence & breathe blessings
Hemming them with freon
to preserve your dream's message,
Be centred & be calm
You're endlessly beyond
your wildest imaginings
Sense it & be gone,
miles of travelling
In a nanosecond,
you can handle the pressure
Smile, you're unravelling the answers
to lessons unseen
as the sun gleams on your astral body
& blasts through nadis,
you're a boddhisattva
You're godly & masterful,
wrought & cast
as a copy of the Master or Mistress
Don't be cast as misfits
Pass & glimpse it
In the vastness of this inkling
Of passionate inking
Rational thinking
Won't get you to the path of the mystics
to the Portals of the Gods
The oracles of Lost & forgotten ages
The cosmic pages of Enoch
Prophets & devas
Talk with maidens
Of Vaikuntha & Hiranyaloka
Nirvana is in your midst
Let your prana shift
& go beyond the vocal confines
of these spoken rhymes
Its just a token of the mind's
Infinite capabilities
Escape the killing sprees
Of dictators' villainies
just savour this healing breeze
Let it overtake you with sober sapience
Control the hatred
you're golden & ancient