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Independent from the hive or the collective, I'm inclined to be selective with my mind.
My prime directive is to find my niche in time.
A stitch in vision saves the blind from indecision.
We're assigned our Earth positions and alligned with those traditions / clothes / taboos, and superstitions.
No one knows and no one listens to the truth in this illusion so I sleuth through frozen rules of physics and solicit views to visit schools with mystic jewels of intrinsic wisdom on a fools mission to inhibit the iminant cataclysm / cruel and primitive cannibalism which will ensue.
So, with mathematical precision, intelligence, and my musical embellishments I'll inevitably position my warhorse on a collision-course with elements of fanaticism and subservient submission which I'll force into decisions as i enact these exorcisms and impact the world's religions, banks, and governments like eloquent collisions with a heaven-sent determinant.
Like Indra on his elephant or Shiva dancing elegant, my phrases represent concrete evidence of cosmic semblance complete with awkwardness, but sounding sweet.
Resounding deep in your subconsciousness secreting liquid heat to ease your pent-up stress. So, take a backseat in this trackmeet or freshfest.
We got fresh MC meat for breakfast. You like pigs feet?
Take the breath test, son... you stink!
I suggest, instead of guessing at best...
you think!
Quintessence
My world is being pulled apart by forces unseen.
Like horses so startled, careening away from the heart as I'm dreaming in the dark depths of space like neptune.
Yet, I've slept through the race while I've kept up the chasing of my tail.
So consumed by the spiral, I failed to identify vital expressions of life.
Like a snail on a leaf I left trails of beliefs behind as I followed my mind on its quest to retrieve what truth can be found in a world of lives so removed from virtue...
So removed from the sound of the silence inside you.
Being blind to the vision of universal wholeness which surrounds you and I...
Now divides you and I accross a chasm of coldness.
Like galaxies, we drift away from each other and away from our mother.
We're astranged from the tree of understanding like outcasts from society.
Every tribe on Earth disbanded into factions of unstable packs of animals cursed to scavenge lest we cannibalize and further exaggerate decay.
It's simply entropy's way to facillitate equalibrium.
Everything's destined to return to whence it came.
It's simply an illusion of the hypercube's infusion:
The removal of your name.
The solution to your brain.
AZ 2 ME
From the Arizona deserts to the mountains of Maine, I reclaim knowlegde like Viracocha and measure myself in grains of sand.
And in my hand? A claim to sea / sky / land and resources as I understand it.
And I plan to use the force as I expand it to encompass all the galaxies, planets, and stars, nebulas, black holes, and quasars so far from this avant-garde phase in our evolution here on Earth...
here in motion.
Surfing through the oceans of time, I rhyme and perch myself inline with notions which shine like fine diamonds mined from the remote highlands of the isolated islands in my mind.
See, I unwind my ribonucleics like twine: recombining and refining my reflection / my complexion / my design / my tight connection to the function of the method, to the fractal-like expression manifested then digested.
Understand, I'm like protected by the energy / the infinite intensity: minimizing entropy and sending me to my destiny.
I'm an independent entity who's wrestling with hegemony and privacy, hypocracy and piracy.
The policies of poverty by tyrants and their tyrrany are eerily quite silent.
Our society is so violent and apparently confined in our asylums of insanity.
The fall of our humanity.
Our phylum is in jeopardy from exploitation apathy.
I'm travelling / unravelling the mysteries while battling foes.
And I'm baffling opponents with my everlasting flows.
Dogs of man
Black and white ain't so black and white no more.
More like all white, all black, blue, grey or even unmarked altogether.
They're getting clever with their war on drugs: the poor end up thugs, subject to wiretaps, bugs, and yes, 24 hour surveillance.
Now all probable assailants must be watched or tracked like toxic inhalants.
The chips are stacked in their favor and it smacks of the flavor of lies.
Gestapo spy neighbors supply the wak play by play, improvised day to day.
Skies go from blue to grey.
Don't go astray 'cause they're waiting to prey on your blood, sweat, and tears...
churning flesh in the gears of their exploitation machine.
Fear is its lubricant..Huge and obscene.
It ruins entire lives of innocent men, women, and children.
Like the 2.3 million, costing taxpayers billions to incarcerate, feed, and humiliate; not freely rehabilitate.
Greed is the reason for the current state of control.
Corporations have no soul, much less a fear of god...
taking law enforcement agents, and using them like dogs.
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Any and all infringement will be subject to a savage beatdown.