Mental stimulation in this simulation
Got that gnosis, kundalini flowing
Good sensation
Incense potent
I don't do that fake seed inhalation
Ego conquered, that mean
You can't get a trace of Satan
Stay with a hood like an assassin
I'm never one for flashing
Quicker than a magnum
Believe i ain't bragging
No tragic hero
I'm triumphant
Blow the trumpets
Center of the ether
I can feel the heaven's loving
Hovering, in my vimana
With my Madonna
Bomber, righteous Osama
My ode to mama
No dahmer
No talk of llamas
The real kabbalah
The prototype
I'm in all black and still bright
I was born to fight
Won't drop the fist
It give me life
I'm medicating
That meditation within nature
Attracting haters
But they could never bring erasure
Nail in yo face
If you badge with the blue
An organized hood
Naga that be my truth
They want organs, eyes
Harvesting ain't a fluke
When it's my time to fly
Share my blessings with you
Anunagi beside me
That's purity, truth
Mental stimulation in this simulation
Got that gnosis, kundalini flowing
Good sensation
Incense potent
I don't do that fake seed inhalation
Ego conquered, that mean
You can't get a trace of Satan
Mental stimulation in this simulation
Got that gnosis, kundalini flowing
Good sensation
Incense potent
I don't do that fake seed inhalation
Ego conquered, that mean
You can't get a trace of Satan
As above so below
Like nature's first mirror
Serene is how i flow
I only seek a vision clearer
Life or a dream
Or is it limbo I have seen
Give me sanity
For vanity and limos
I ain't keen
See the aura of the weak
Resting deep under my feet
Esoteric symbols shining that i see
When I be sleep
Temptation ain't a thing
But some good kitty with paired wings
And if I give in to the ills of lust
My angles won't sing
I'm powerful
Like I'm Jean-Jacques Dessalines
Say invocation
When I'm done, them better know the name
One man army, but that's only in the physical
Skin crawlers, lawless
You can't touch me in the spiritual
You idolize celebrities
And snap yourselves in facade
Clogging ya arteries
On pagan holidays for nimrod
Every song I make
Echos the words of slaves from within
Trapped in any circumstance
Because it's spirit, then skin
Mental stimulation in this simulation
Got that gnosis, kundalini flowing
Good sensation
Incense potent
I don't do that fake seed inhalation
Ego conquered, that mean
You can't get a trace of Satan
Mental stimulation in this simulation
Got that gnosis, kundalini flowing
Good sensation
Incense potent
I don't do that fake seed inhalation
Ego conquered, that mean
You can't get a trace of Satan