Meditation Flow

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im realizing i got a surreal mind
steel kind without having to steal blind or conceal rhymes
open up real wide rock the clocks when its mealtime
talking real time, without bills and still i peel minds
back with my syntax, relax on your relapse
spin the wheel back and erase the new deal time
subliminal videos give it slow in physical
prisons of lyricism but deprived of the spiritual
skeptical visions keep mechanisms imperial
deceptive missions infecting millions yet its permissible
I’m getting vicious bout these conditions and yes theres fear involved
cause thats the root of the system to keep you all pigeonholed
its rarely told but seems so acknowledgeable
selfie photos loving coco stupid flows at college shows
abominable music, my vomit knocks down dominos
so imma go nematode and eat every beat thats involved
#steve #francis when i #rocket only #once like stripper wallets
ben wallace how I am blocking out lies to keep it all honest
these dudes are comical but for my ears inaudible
come on vamanos homos now I’m calling the audible
phenomenal phenomenons, chronicles raising follicles
molecules insoluble, write logical, canonical
dreams keep feeding people but situations are volatile
kneeling cerebals peak through evil peepholes, remarkable
defeated for no reason by oligarchical carnivores
obamas cold, dropping bombs from drones on a mommas homes
he can drop the act in fact he should let it be known
he’s just a figurehead for the FED, so symbolical
philosophical opticals reveal the real obstacles
I watch a ton of washington, notice they move methodical
no ones responsible which makes this all fucking possible
hierarchal monarchs were marching not to long ago
so what makes you think that were no longer adoptable
ideas of freedom and jesus flying on eagles
what is legal may not be equal win back your freedom i lead em
leave you full of information on a higher caliber
never fake or bullshit, matador of challenging fools
massacres ensuing in catastrophic fashion
imagine trying to balance my talents with all of my bad habits
no trace of malice, just madness thats analytical
sorry bout multi syllables, i know they need a gimmick though
shit I’m up to the limit and this is just my scrimmage flow
i write cynical but on the mic Im so critical
egotistical internet idiots feelin pitiful
typically superficial, no political lyrical prose
thinking theyll blow when really they can’t sing a note
probably choke in real life, feel like they’re invincible
until they squeal like little girls and wanna turn invisible
i try to be a good guy but this shit is inexplicable
nothings original, what i see and hear is predictable
unforgivable, only digital individuals
ambitions of riches but high positions require bridge tolls
religious principles cause division, make you submittable
municipal criminals tricked into giving into totem poles
infinite wisdom no egotism when i give my soul
its uplifting cuz my truth is in my riddle scribbling
i fiddle on rufilin til adrenaline starts kicking in
doors again, R.I.P BIG and jim morrison
I’m taking over the floor with pens (pence) for your thoughts
or ignore my sense (cents)
i know I’m dope, i scope heroine in these tales of men
See i ace (CIA’s) service, laced with same arrogance
american barbarians operating in maryland (Washington D.C.)
deceiving so easily greedily n immediately
greasing the naive tee with half truths and secrecy
frequently illegal, found innocent so ceaselessly
agencies are just means to an end to all decency
conveniently, they have all fronts covered completely see
the masses act peacefully shit i meant to say sheepishly
clairvoyants are pointless when the employees are voiceless
United States Corporation orchestrating obesity
not just of the body but the spirit and mind too
mind you i don’t like being fucking lied to
i try to provide truth carry burdens like pontoons
i fine-tune my rhymes and catalyze divine sooth
encrypted wisdom listen and sharpen all of your harpoons
artistic vision and quick incisions now I’m starting to
drive away the monsoon warn a brother no cartoons
in the meantime ill burn these beats like charred food
its really not too soon for you to start changing views
first stop believing the bullshit from finger painting news
paying dues is assumed but life is just an interlude
so why not say fuck it and release it like the interview
our meaning is minuscule when you chop it up like seminoles
until we find our inner soul and can control the senate vote
zealots and cults develop strangleholds, embellish codes
preventable disasters,inevitable for federal
government, befuddled, mumble some dumb redundant shit
a certain subtleness in subsequent troubled grins, nothingness
the truth has to be smuggled in and quietly discovered then
housed in the mothership until you break the covenant
use admonishment using documents and confidence
you got this shit, you know they’ll try to fry ya in your providence
stay open minded, sober kind of, really though its obvious
we need reforms like protestants, start knocking down monuments
but when i ask for feedback, all i see is annoying shit
i avoid the poison while trying to keep a buoyant ship
blood starts to boil, brain flooded with an oily mix
torch these dudes on wax, stop gutting the soil bitch
this is supposed to be hip hop
no crip walks just quick thoughts
slick ricks and tupacs? more like kids bop for some kid rocks
Lupe gives you murals, on tuesdays i give out morals
but the club is up like normal now i get ahead no oral
immortal inside a wormhole, bout to write raps in morse code
my journals are nocturnal, staying underground like snorkels
keep it hot like infernos shit my spit will cause a burnhole
in your soul, internal and severe(sphere) without a circle
verbally popping kernels, i don’t drop shells like a turtle
relieve pain like epidurals, inhaling smoke in my torso
elections coming up, impaling my cane (palin/mccain) moreso
asian pronunciation for what i said before so
read it again, prescription medicine, explore those
parts of my brain high as planes feeling remorseful
my lifes a movie truly this can’t be normal nah mean
my dreams are being intervened by some mobile machines
holding these screens like fiends always avoiding the scenes
bout to deploy my regime on all you pitiful teens
get ready

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