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1. |
Love The Serpent
01:55
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My dad used to say eat the food you take and finish it
Food for thought yeah knowledge is what the dinner is
Zen mind open mind like a beginners is
There's snakes I stopped kicking with, fakes with bitterness
I harnessed my discipline, found ambition within
Psychic kick spin, broke down walls like Berlin
Poison lurking, canary in the mine chirping
I saved the bird, we're all connected and deserving
Curses I'm reversing, my past lives are merging
Leaving is returning, the healing is hurting
Tea steam swirling, knowledge transferring
I take a sip it's working, reality's blurring
Eternal flame burning the message was urgent
The dream guide said you have dreams reoccurring
Of past friends turned enemies in a hurry
I told him it was true his insight observant
He said it'll never stop till you love the serpent
He ordered more kava tea from the dream merchant
He told me bout Buddha and his enlightened saga
And how by the tree he was protected by Naga
The rain drizzled, the path he said stay in the middle
In mid journey dreams, every vision is a riddle
When your voice shakes that's a soul testimony
He said now it's time for your burial ceremony
He saw himself in the coffin, parts that needed to die
Malnourished truths all they had to eat was lies
He buried the parts, they were seeds to his soul
He watered them with the wisdom of letting go
The snow came he welcomed the feeling of being cold
The moon was half lit with a celestial fold
Sipping wine watching the universe go by
Reading Hafiz a golden compass in the sky
Staring at the same stars Rumi once did
The wound is the place where the light comes in
The wound is the place where the light comes in
The wound is the place where the light comes in
The wound is the place where the light comes in
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Seven Sermons
01:47
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5 million years ago I walked with feet webbed
Now I grab the mic spit seven sermons to the dead
Do you choose your own legends or were they thought for you?
Without a PR campaign top 40 will ignore you
The world's greatest lie is that we're jailed by fate
That human nature is bad and we should tolerate hate
They manufactured these lies to keep us controlled
Keeping us alienated and jaded seems to be the goal
I asked a gardener does wisdom need evil to grow?
She said without hardship a trees leaves would fold
She moved the chess piece and questioned my definitions
She said what is wise and evil? and looked with suspicion
She moved the bishop and killed my pawn I changed positions
I said the definitions often change with conditions
She moved her knight and said everything is in transition
She took my castle, checkmate king submission
Do we get swallowed by the soil or become a star?
Is each human connected to a sun, is this all we are?
Are there past lives but we come back like we never knew?
Do we get glimpses of memory is deja vu the residue?
Is the meaning of suffering to purify the heart?
My philosophy is magic I never read Descartes
Life eats life I'm just carbon in process
Trying to do good before the worms carve my carcass
I got in a head on crash on a spiritual bypass
No air bags I smashed through the metaphysical glass
Asphalt like rock bottom, the gurney becomes a coffin
The separation between life and death has cracked columns
Atoms change when you observe everything is quantum
The lesson was, you need to surrender to blossom
Everything reversing, spit death to the sermons
Fate inverted, nothing is predetermined
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3. |
Medicine In The Rot
00:55
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Am I just a vessel in the studio for spirits?
Do they get out their poems and leave when they hear it?
Maybe I'm spitting 16s from a ghost?
Maybe I'm possessed they exorcise the host?
The universe is a canvas, I paint with the galaxy
No doubt, no limit, Master P my mentality
World war me only I can challenge me
It's takes shit to make roses I adore the analogy
Some try alcohol, fertilizer or bullshit
Fermentation is alchemy, a bargain with a full clip
There's medicine in the rot but addiction is the culprit
Every time you leave it takes more to keep the bulb lit
You think the rock assists like Murray to Jokic
But the joke is every brick feels like a swish
And the game doesn't care about your feelings it's a miss
Gems I divulge em collect em till your skull split
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4. |
The Beat Killed My Dog
02:21
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Trying to keep my head straight got the urge to medicate
Stuck in my mind, dragging my body like dead weight
Holding in the drama like a bomb till it detonates
Hate don't hesitate a mantra that resonates
Each smile a bluff joker like the poker channel
I meditate and look for the light like a solar panel
Used to fight friends with smoke bombs and roman candles
Nostalgia's a sweet nectar that slowly dismantles
The dopamine dies how do you water your soul seed?
I roam the city lonely and let the poems speak
Used to sip lean till my lungs would move at slow speeds
If I was a weed well I guess I would be goat weed
I shall proceed
To quest for love and water the roots and whole seed
I eat champs for breakfast I'm already on my next shit
The beat killed my dog, I'm john wick with a death wish
Gun powder the beverage, metaphor chest hit
I'm on the gallows guest list hangman got me a necklace
Executioner's neck slit, my shadow at the exit
Grand slam success no matter your best pitch
Body your whole team with bars make every member quit
Dream technology, this is alchemy remember this
The sun retreats, the city foggy like dry ice
I'm in my astral plane trying to get it to fly right
I wrote this verse in the clouds so you could see the sky write
Your clout fools gold pyrite, snake eyes my eyesight
I animate at twilight I'm throwing all of my dice
7 or 11 I'm just hoping that they lie right
Until I'm under a wood coffin like a typewrite
Shrooms got me seeing tie dye I'm Conor with bright eyes
Crown chakra skylight, vision with a violet highlight
I'm carbon that's finite, my soul is my kite
When we die do we wake from a dream and start to laugh?
Or do we go to the next realm on our soul's path
Do we get to see everyone we used to love?
Or does it fade to static and we rot in the mud?
I'm pulling Ariadne's string running from the Minotaur
His head hit the floor when I got Theseus's sword
Knowledge born, ancient bars written on cuneiform
Thoughts from the deepest gorge, lotus tea I pour
The wind whispers I’m walking in the sand dunes
Stars like half notes dance with a jazz moon
Sangre de Christos, the mountains and the land bloom
I saw someone laying face down it was me that I ran too
I flipped his body over, I saw his hand move
He pulled my spirit back, I woke up on my back too
I guess even when asleep, you're on the path too
I guess even when asleep, that's Paulo's Path too
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Dream Coup
01:32
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Wake up, rob the dream bank empty the register
We move in stealth with tech like a predator
Nothing is impossible Thanos ring with the bezel up
He turned to dust, with infinity he couldn't measure up
I went back in time and erased him as a character
Wrote him out of history with red ink like an editor
Bags full of sand now we're Morpheus' competitor
Underworld inheritor, Hades was his creditor
What do you do when you're tired of waiting for dreams to come true?
You invade the dream world and go and stage a coup
But we didn't come with weapons we came armed with intention
We came with psychic swords that could slice through dimensions
We came with spells that could manifest anything that we mention
We came with affirmations spiritual shields for protection
We drove all night, no sleep like a tour date
We went underground and busted in through the sewer gate
My notebook illuminate, with bars I fumigate
Dodging their bullets I changed my death day to a future date
Damage I accumulate but with prayer recuperate
Hadouken the guards they were dealt with a cruel fate
Sent to the reincarnation line with a renewal date
We broke into the server and hacked it like computer games
The simulation started glitching, now it can't communicate
Live your dreams without a boss, that's my communique
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The Dream Killer
02:03
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An old man picked up a stick and wrote in the sand
Light emitted from his chest the boy didn't understand
Even though they had never met he wrote all of his secrets
The name of his parents, he wrote his life in sequence
The man wrote things the boy had never told anyone
He said he could see records like a psychic librarian
He said realities a veil, things aren't what they seem
He said your superpower is you aren't afraid to dream
There's a mysterious force known as the dream killer
It locks possibility down into a deep cellar
With a furnace of desire, the heat's a dream melter
Find the monument of doubt and destroy each pillar
The boy took the axe but he only saw trees
He thought they were monuments trying to deceive
He chopped down homes and nests, he made the animals flee
Lumberjack drug, he said I think I'm chopping me
When the tree fell he saw blood on his arm
When you want a dream too bad it can often cause harm
He stared at the stump and reflected on his actions
His desire to win and go fast moved him backwards
He left the forest smelling of pine and regret
He walked in a daze with a slouched silhouette
He cried at the cracked eggs and destroyed nests
But the birds sang a song like a forgiving clarinet
It healed his soul they didn't see him as a threat
He was stuck in a cycle of guilt that kept him upset
That's when he figured it out, nothing was anonymous
When he doubted himself is when he built the monument
The eggs healed, the nest reassembled the tree rose
He closed his eyes and took down doubt in 3 blows
He said maybe negative forces help you find your potential
Ice becomes liquid then gas, change is elemental
True intent is when your desire aligns
With the soul of the universe to conspire with time
There's no coincidence, all things are one
Paulo's Path, he walked through the mud
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Van Gogh Sword
01:49
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Knowledge is definite, my pen is what my weapon is
Abolishing pessimists, hit play when depression hits
My profession is spit, I never had a bar deficit
Everyday I'm doing reps, the lesson is don't quit
They say apply pressure each bar is compressing it
My mind is a diamond rhymes trippy like mescaline
I keep my thoughts progressing I keep the opps guessing
I spit cannonballs then i walk through the wreckage
He said your at the point where you're about to give up
When you feel like you failed and nothing is enough
Messages come in all forms sometimes they come as stones
If there's a rock in your path think twice before it's thrown
That's a gem, that's a jewel, that's an emerald
I sin, I'm a fool but a gentle soul
Knowledge assembled in the face of the real the fake tremble
He looked the old man in the face, his own it resembled
Water has the power to destroy and create
It could kiss you with rain or crush you with it's weight
When you're a warrior of light everything has a price
Discipline divides, that's a type of sacrifice
Work always beats talent he stayed unbalanced
He gave his time to the sword his will was always challenged
He carried his troubles on his back like a forklift pallets
When apocalypse comes you won't hear the horseman gallop
You revert to your training get the sword let you hand go
Then paint starry night in blood like Van Gogh
There's a difference between giving up and surrender
One path is fear and the other is splendor
He could smell the desert, desolation and pleasure
A place to clear your mind and dig for inner treasure
He felt the freedom of the wind and imprisoned by his skin
That's when he realized his breath was the wind within
Earth water and air bender we're all interwoven
That's why the soil and your loved ones release oxytocin
Worrying is just a way that moments get stolen
He took a deep breath and looked for the omens
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Dragon Roll
02:04
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Here come the demons again they fiending to win
Light beaming at them, hook shot we Kareeming them
Dirty Lab dream team we're supremer than them
We cut em into fractions of pennies like we streaming them
I Ching 15 tatted for humility
I'm not cocky you just insecure from my ability
Might bite the mic cord stick it in my neck go Pikachu
A monster on the mic I might Frankenstein electrocute
The difference between me and you is that I execute
But but but but but next excuse
Determination resolute cut the fake from the root
Parasite in the dictionary there's a picture of you
Might spit a metaphor to split you cantaloupe
Rap Thanatos, might make you abandon hope
Rody the whole underground like a catacomb
Then paint you in heaven like I'm Michelangelo
Might battle you in your nightmares like a phantom though
Then put you in purgatory without a ransom note
Mind state anarcho, my pen is where the data flow
My punchlines hit, even on coke you can't land a blow
You can't feel your face I drop Juelz like Santana though
I don't wear ice but flow sick don't catch a cold
Might rip through your manifold with my mandible
Cold blooded but I'm mammal though Dirty Diana flow
Mask on like Hannibal I need a guard chaperone
Got the beat manacled keep flowing let the wagon roll
Slay a dragon stab it make sushi call it dragon roll
Rappers that pop up we smack em like whack a mole
Guillotine your cabbage, drop it in a salad bowl
Cooking in the lab, each tape is a casserole
Each bar a bomb throw, each song explode
How long is Paulo’s Path? that’s a long road
Guillotine your cabbage, drop it in a salad bowl
Cooking in the lab, each tape is a casserole
Each bar a bomb throw, each song explode
How long is Paulo’s Path? that’s a long road
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Chanting Cymatics
01:57
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The clouds swirled like 2 battling wizards
The wind was the conductor, the strings were the crickets
The earth is a concert if you really learn to listen
He saw omens in the clovers and the lizards
He walked through the desert for more than 40 days
He learned from mirages how illusions betray
He saw monsters in the darkness and he chased em away
The mind moves the sword and the sword obey
Sometimes we see the way sometimes we're stuck in a maze
Some use a map and some just pray
Sometimes I feel like an actor stuck in a play
Is death a curtain call where we get bouquets?
Trap door in the stage and I'm sliding to hell
I use my pen as an axe I got a story to tell
Making shapes in the sand I'm chanting cymatics
Frequency 432 the healings automatic
Lotus tea aromatic I decipher the static
Stress post traumatic the host is in my attic
Dose in the shell my medicine ginger radish
I see ghosts from hell swimming up from Atlantis
Breathing asthmatic, slow like Denver traffic
Ideas sporadic I exhale microplastics
Negative thoughts on my last nerve like sciatic
Magic mathematics I divide em like quadratic
Don't question my philosophy this isn't Socratic
I spit hemlock erratic the truth is very tragic
He saw his body on a pyre adorned with roses
Eyes wide open looking like 2 explosions
His past life closed when his new eyes opened
The old man said that we all cry ocean
Everything's impermanent, wrinkles and erosion
A heart can't heal until it knows that it's broken
He had 2 fossils that he held like tokens
He asked can you translate the language of omens?
He said all you need to do is listen and notice
The past is always present everything is this moment
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10. |
The Art of Bar 2
02:48
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Frost on the pop filter I spit wintergreen
Peppermint flow icy, mix it with the bitter tea
I write repetitiously eat beats deliciously
Body me on a beat that's fictitious speak
Rappers in the cypher looking nervous and jittery
Spit so much i increase Denver's humidity
Marx said all that is solid melts invisibly
But my bars stay solid 50 lines hit vividly
Light 50 candles for the 50 beats that visit me
Olive oil flow I cook the alphabet admittedly
Cooking instrumentals lab smelling like hickory
Spitting fire, spin the track, call that rotisserie
Class in session hit play no tuition fee
The beat is the gas, the mic the ignition key
Paint with your words show the scene descriptively
Make em smell it, make em see it, that's a spell in wizard speak
Flow so hot the mic like a rock where the lizards be
Coach said when you drive never do it timidly
So when I step in the paint I hit em sacrificially
Broke my knee viciously my leg is where incisions be
It became a blessing thought it was a curse initially
But I'm back on my feet, Lazarus let the risen speak
My guardian angel left she said she couldn't really live me
Mind full of cold thoughts my brain is where the blizzard be
Most these people signed due to trust fund proximity
My dollar store clothes new faucet no drip in me
But I still walk like a million bucks invincibly
Rest in peace to DMX not slipping though it's slippery
Storyteller genius Damien was the epitome
If nothing else a student of the craft please consider me
I didn't know Bach, Juice Crew was my symphony
Ace, G Rap, Craig, and Kane were divinity
2pac, 3k and Thought are my trinity
I memorized all of Respiration like liturgy
I see the devil moving sideways bishoply
Trying to take my Juice, my castle crush magnificently
Look for the shrub and you'll find where the river be
If I saw the bird I would've saw the snake that bitten me
The venom made me more sick I spit that poison trickery
Put your system in a down hazmat flow toxicity
Read Federici learn the truth about witchery
I read Edward Said so I know my history
Isa in the rubble cuz they bombed the nativity
Give the land back no colonial victory
My pen's a lightning bolt I write electricity
Art can raise the hair on your neck visibly
Lost in the desert of the real please deliver me
Thoughts the speed of light I rap in special relativity
I went back in time and saw the little me
Listening to Soundbombing, each song was an epiphany
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