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Legs of the Universe (the quadrant)
- Legs of the Universe: The Quadrant
- (The Sunshine of Eternity: part 1)
- Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
- Internal battles of frontlines of the rhymes
- Tripping over punchlines and cauterized lines
- The flame burns inside when the sun goes blind
- So when Stevie plays harmonica and the moon shine
- Watch the Dharma aiming for your new signs
- They pierce like the voodoo in the man of these times
- Intertwined with sterilization of the universes mind
- Can I input all my bars inside of the walls of space?
- No, so I made a gallery of galleries made of all space!
- If I was less lyrical, the level of my brain is less spiritual
- The passages that hit your hearts are less biblical
- And more founding fathers turn martyrs without a miracle
- And the same people that boast over imperials
- With be dead by the sun rise of Sun Ra’s eyes
- Birth of Ka, I merge against the demonized
- The cannonball hitting the walls of the vesselized
- A glamour in my eyes, I’m hella glamorized
- Amplified in poetry and properly fertilized
- Sample: Willy Wonka &the Chocolate Factory]
- Grandpa Joe: Wh When does he get it?
- Willy Wonka: He doesn't
- Grandpa Joe: Why not?
- Willy Wonka: Because he broke the rules
- Grandpa Joe: What rules? We didn't see any rules, did we, Charlie?
- [Charlie shakes his head briefly]
- Willy Wonka: [springs up from his chair, angrily] Wrong, sir! Wrong! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy:
- [grabs a magnifying glass and reads]
- Willy Wonka: "I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained," et cetera, et cetera... "Fax mentis, incendium gloria cultum," et cetera, et cetera... Memo bis punitor delicatum!
- [slams the contract copy and the magnifying glass down, continues shouting]
- Willy Wonka: It's all there! Black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks! You bumped into the ceiling, which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you GET... NOTHING! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!
- (Road of Damascus: part 2)
- Let’s reflect on the cold sub zero bars I hold
- Versus your so divided and indecisive molds
- I gotta subtract to stoop to your level
- To me that ain’t adding up, I’m a label rebel
- So when you guys act like you add, I multiply
- And I prophesied that all of yall with full short of remaining alive
- Yall act like Macbeth, calm yourself and your debts
- Cuz I bring stuff like Macduff, I’ll untimely remove you from the earth's scruff
- So watch yourself loved one, you’ll turn to dust
- (Hex man: part 3)
- Hexed man, finger nails, fingernails
- Chopped fingers make me frail
- Hexed man, pot full of my essences
- The taste of my adolescence
- Hexed man, cursed from the depths man
- Signed me to the dirt like a dead man
- Hexed man, voodoo dalls and chicken bones
- Chicken bones, voodoo stamps and stones
- Hexed man, deprived of demonstrating
- The stage of the nation and racist faces
- Hexed man—
- (Interlude)
- “We want three central results: eliminating the nuclear programme, eliminating the ability to produce ballistic missiles and eliminating the axis of terror. We will obviously do what we must to achieve these objectives, and we have been coordinating well with the United States.”
- Hexed man, conniving spirits and dining with lyrics
- Uplifting spirits and making myself fearless
- Land mines, land mines making others earless
- Others mouthless, dead and left forever soundless
- Coffins being birthed, a box we all enter
- Funny how we came out of one to get right back in
- Hallucinating off of the water we drank from Euphrates
- Soundtrack to my life is my cries as a baby
- Hearing me rhyme through the cries is amazing
- That’s prophecy—
- (Deep in Consciousness: part 4)
- The mind is supposed to be a gateway
- To get away from knowledge in restraints
- The mind of many can’t bend or pave ways
- They push me to the plank, kick me overboard
- But I glide through the depths and sink their motherboards
- This is Nag Turner meets the hoverboard
- Don’t let them die without a war
- Scars burn deep inside of the drawers
- Pull them out and I find my past notes
- From the past of what myself had wrote
- It’s all about ring the best, nothing practical
- Now only God is deciphering these sebaticles
- It’s all mathematical—
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