I'll remain a verbal pilgrim from the south and spit like speech impediments//
The jargon stays sporadic it's spasmodic//
More likely to raise flows when in orbit, lunar borrowed, house of Themis i tip scales when weighted with words like deep tales in details//
The train of thought i ride i hardly derail//
Trust brews like early morning grinds deep inside the mind//
Where all lies untamed and silence is never spoken//
I'll keep it underground that's word of token//
This style is of witches and warlocks//
I hold the key like a door lock//
Pan it left and right like cosmic meteorites//
I get there if the medium's right//
Channel light like fibre optics,hold the ray of hope the billing of all topics//
Open minded like self neurologists, dissect inner thoughts like post mortems to review the most cryptic of clue//
I'm of flowers of blue like Dr Octagon//
Panoramic visions still see full circles when all arc's are gone//
Under the weather my thunder roars with lightning speed//
To strike fear in the hearts of all greedy men and their Noble steeds//
Magnific, excuse my French//
Je ne comprend pa//
Je suis desole//
Je ne parle pa francias//
It's different strokes for different dialects, I'll be direct//
Like solar flares that blaze through cosmic membranes to annihilate//
All things living and all things dead, all things said are all things meant, i eviscerate turn all things red//
This the flow that puts Poseidon in position//
Envisioning visions my mental eye stays glistening//
When upon the mic i follow heart I'm hardly listening to voices of the masses//
I tip towards the method in the madness//
I'm a master, class in session pupils dilate//
If you don't see in color how come black dying at dire rates//
Stay Abstract in forms and manner roots bound to ground like ancient manors//
I'm feeding off the purest form of energies, I'll breathe a breath of melodies a remedy// Truth's the hardest pill to swallow clearly I've been overdosed//
Any more I'll comatose I'm on my toes//
The grass is really Greener on the other side//
I dwell these arid deserts with my heart with pride and like leo and his lionesses//
Song's more than fancy tenses//
It's a message to mind, body and soul, call Calypso//
I exist in frequent frequencies//
In tune with internal antenna I'm alternating between sadness and bliss so mixed signals i demodulate//
Ever present fill these cosmic winds with these unisons i resonate//