[Verse]
Syllable sensei,
Running through your dojo like Netero /
Wielding the syntax off the tips of my knuckles / I’m busy, /
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos /
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m / God, /
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon Kasshu spitting Haikus /
While, posed up like Kamina, my Kamikaze got you /
Dancing in a mausoleum /
Colosseum splitting them adversaries in defeat /
I spit that, Last Poet / Cadence on that, Black Magic /
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm /
Forgetting your accolades when I’m steady grooving souls /
In a city where, Black bodies hold, philosopher stones /
Vagabond’s the Oroku Saki, Muten Roshi /
Urameshi spitting spirits over them caster shells /
Dwelling on that Leyline /
Alkahestry, shifting your history /
Bringing that inner peace, or you’ll leave in /
Pieces, solar systems in my thesis /
Thesis counting solar system requiems /
Dreaming on an astral plane, slick thought in fragments /
Word smith, Ozymandias cater the /
Blast radius, radiant sword tongue gleam /
Under the moonlight, kenjutsu in my insight /
Foresight too complex for their metaphors /
Morphogenesis in shapes past your concepts /
Exodus enlightenment peace sounds eclectic /
Mercenary of Astral Clocktowers, I’m watching /
Those who watch the watchmen, bury guards in vinyl /
Press my ashes in hymns, from now till infinity, it’s /
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method /
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics /
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics /
With sixty-four, strikes, I leave foes just breathless /
So what's growth to your inner vision? /
Outer wisdom counting on your proper prosper /
Prosper glorious, your garden bloom through monsoons /
A lotus reaching, from the mud to the, moon /
Out of tune, out of reach, I seek things you can't see /
A nameless king, wielding lightning in the right dreams, penning /
Soul frequencies in the right key, unlock /
Barriers of mind and spirit, I am the Griot /
Orbiting celestial being, I am the Abbot who /
Speaks in Morse code, I'm traveling Moors Gold /
Babbling Bushido, while holding my soul's glow /
No longer seeking key holes to see the world /
A locksmith seeking cosmos to see the whole /
Universal spectrum in my pen's serum /
Disintegrate my circle for a tighter cypher /
Ouroboros tongue, speaking for the sun /
Speaker of the stars, coming undun /
Unravel my weights like, Rock Lee /
Tread lightly through nebula / the sage bleeds/
Knowledge through the scholar who seek divine prophet /
See through the sea of false prophets, I part it/
Split dynasties in half, the last Jedi/
See through your mind tricks when I speak the truth /
An Alkahest who exists within the shift of paradigms /
I climb, through astral charts, to shine /
And smack the color blind, in hues, of rhythm and blues /
Pursue, the rose aura / Dual wield psalms, like arms / My /
Arms, like Guanyin / Hundred-type, ascending /
In combat, my alms, be, Samurai Jack, just /
Jacking for beats, I study ancient techniques /
From on, the mountain’s peak, an isolated beast, like /
Trainer Red, command flames, with Charizard /
Collapse chakras, hold fires like Avatar /
Roku / Carefree like, Goku /
Chapter Black Saga, defeat likes, of Shinobu /
Successor of the Fist of the North Star /
I’ll shatter your whole frame, to maintain the golden status of /
The Dragon Hermit / Dragon of the Midwest /
Dragon Quarter lyricist, infernos in my penmanship, like /
Makoto Shishio, secret swords, I blaze souls /
Makoto, third strike, split heaven and insight /
I move, with the density of a nimbus cloud /
Somersaulting snap kicks, leave you unconscious /
My poetry’s deep, leave them drowning, in the flow /
My poetry’s deep, leave them drowning, in the flow /
My poetry’s deep, leave them drowning, in the flow /
My poetry’s deep, seek crowns /
While cutting down rapper's with a guillotine leg drop /
Figure four to the leg lock, figure eights, I figured my rhymes /
Equivalent to Goku's potential left crews fragile /
Like Glass Menagerie, actual artifacts, sniper shots /
from the Almanac, brotha, it's crunch time/
Pit of Lazarus, half hazardous, heaven sent/
Half evanescent, Freakzoid, pair of noise /
Mind, mobilizing like the Megazord /
Plasma sword, beam saber equipped to the hilt /
That's one cut and one kill /
Slicker rhythms when I breeze through and bless the system /
Systematically Static Shocking the stereo systems /
Have them listen through the whispers of these metaphors /
Sharpen my syllables on the skulls of my opponents, God /
I be that / Sleeping Dragon of the Terra Godz, going live /
Flying high, rocking them scars, from my knuckles to the sky
ONSOL attacking the scene from the blind side /
Scheming on these demons, moving through the universe /
Half a bar from Vagabond, slaughter your whole catalog /
Sweeping metaphors to a four-four signature /
Power level tearing scouters asunder /
Wonder, how I walk with skies, like Ankin, my /
Etymology’s slaying frequencies, /
Hitokiri getting groovy on the astral plane / wildin',
Out on nebula, to unlock my chakra /
I'm piecing realities, on the breath of my synergy /
I Conjure, limitless, spells /
I drown, lyricist, well /
A black, miracle, dwells /
Beyond, infinite, cells /
I broke free, to see, the whole tapestry /
Two verses ain’t enough for my poetry /
Twin dragon dragging chariots from heaven /
I’m warring with puppeteers /
Cut strings, like Zaheer /
I peer, Byakugan / Explode, like Bakugo /
A legend who, unfolds / on the Dead Emcee Scrolls / I’m /
Unraveling time and space, travel through minds, I chase /
Babylon, and, Pure Lands / Diary of /
A Black Buddha writing sutras on these instrumentals /
A Black Boy, found, naps in the pen and pencils /
A Black Man / Crack, Tooth, Smile / Shattering the /
Dichotomy, of the industry, they said that /
“Lyrics are dead,” while I bench press that motherfucker /
Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders /
Crack boulders with the /
One Inch Punch / Or, like /
Ip Man / Surrounded by, ten men / I hold /
The martial prowess of Demon Back, Yujiro /
Iron Finger Roaring Demons Wailing in my Fist /
Berserker Guts, swing, bastard sword in Eclipse /
Akuma ready with that Shun / Go / Ku / Satsu /
Tokido holding that E / VO / lution focus /
Im/ pact / from air, like / Initial Lotus / I /
Keep, the rhyme, timeless / Stylin’, like Rakim /
Pumping up the volume / Transmute, break beats / to /
Diasporic / Drum woven path / clad /
In dragon scale / ash bristle crown / Praise /
Sun warrior, Sun Tzu in the tactics / Wait /
Nara covenant, Shikamaru the strategy / Fate /
Found reason, under a moonlit kingdom to /
Knight me in stardust, I manifest /
Seeds that I’ve sown through Buddha text, I resurrect /
Epitaph of Twilight, Midna in my subtext /
Linking all my wisdom to halt, the cataclysm /
Speaker for the Dead, who writes, through solar systems /
Raphael Saadiq, my Neo-Soul in Blues /
Raphael the hues, the mic, handled like Sais /
Maharaja Maurice, penetrating the streets /
Pouring 40s on boulevard, an ancient ritual /
I mobilize my Gundam to bloom /
I’m Domon Kasshu shocking heaven under the moon /
My burning finger reaching past the sky line /
Outlaw, to the Leyline / Unboxed thought /
Untethered from the earth /
Weightless with the verse / Tao /
Pai Pai / Mercenary / Wise from the Monastery /
Heavy tongue unravel the /
Context before hopping into combat /
My content, indents a, cerebral cortex /
I vortex twin text, give’em, rigo mortis /
More complex than, I don’t know, Rick & Morty /
I’m more complex than the eye, of Agamotto /
A Master of Mystic Arts, the mystics of my heart /
Is Alchemy in the spark, of a dying stars, I halt comets /
Tectonic shifting Toph / Vibrating on a higher /
Plane of existence, my thoughts lift / Juggernaut
Through ceilings and quench flames of Phoenix /
Foot dive to victory / Rage quit when I enter, like /
Ta – Ma – Negi / Sensei /
Successor to the Iron Fist here /
So make – way /
Flight through Snake Way /
Gate / Less / Door / Ways /
Search/ing / for / space /
For my mind to take root, so /
What’s knowledge in an open cipher?
Patient penning stories of a lone Ronin /
Love melancholy, write past tense /
In my last, life time /
I probably played the keys, or was a /
Child soldier with a Cheshire smile /
Reminiscing of, the day, that war became peace /
Found my inner peace, with robes, a canvas of orange /
Aura pouring teachings from the Pure Lands / Soaring /
To abodes of celestial modes /
Soundtracked, by Modal Souls /
In light, I behold /
The shadow of self doubt /
Castaway the fear, to view the truth, clear /
Recalling memories, of my Avatar Cycle /
Black genetics got me speaking with my ancestors /
Revolution got me fighting for Utopia /
Black skin is not, synonymous with sin / But,
Nigga’s dying for less /
I mean, my Negus is blessed /
Baoding balls for stress /
Documenting the era as best as we can /
Last thirty-eight, reflecting on an Obelisk /
A humble Arhat dwelling in, wellsprings /
Etheric body calling me, from an astral dream /
Sancta Sanctorum scribing sacred folds, in the space /
Iconography depicting dragons in my hiero /
Glyphs / I /
Glimpse / through /
Arrays of /
Flowers on /
Silk Road /
Transmission, on a mission for the wheel of Dharma /
Cosmic order balance karma in, each step /
Kama sutra align / virtuous and grace /
Curtain calls, for all clowns /
Keep my record spinning when my / soul’s in passing /
No Dragon Balls are needed for the refrain /
Maintain my ideals, despite all the pain /
So what’s a coffin with a scratched ceiling? /
Bloodied knuckles crack / glass / Tempered breathing /
I’m climbing through the dirt to reach my aspirations /
Affirmations counting mantras in my altitude /
Preserve, interludes, studying the groove /
Merchant of the Mask, display all your faces /
Read Trigrams, to know, all my placements /
Facets, of self love, elevating your palate /
Introspective rhetoric, dive deep to open /
Chakras / Break Fallacies / And your ignorance /
A cold vocalist, whose, floating in the warmth of Jazz/
Unraveling the sea, of my ocean’s being /
Unravel clarity of Elysian /
I’m Blacker than the middle of a dying star /
Shine like treasures of a dynasty /
Adorned in, knowledge of self / And
Wrapped in the fabric of moon beams /
Don’t let their actions, phase my goodness /
I found righteousness, in, common sense, so /
Any utterance unaimed / will be disclaimed /
That’s countless / Rappers /
Slain /
Any utterance unaimed / will be disclaimed /
That’s countless / Rappers /
Slain