Kalki - Wandering Mystic lyrics
Like vagabonds my paths alarm you I practice with pa**ion and calm Master the songs, pa** them on Attacking & harming the contras Across the atlas & stars, I call, ma**es & armies respond Further tracks in a storm, blast through the fog with them Black till I'm all Wisdom like Black gods to Hindus Can't fathom what I've gone & been through Depths in fathoms like bars in mentals Get to grasp them like Mars encryptions Bright stars get lit, then pause for an instant You glimpse them shining & blinking, sparkling In light darkness, in interim like anti-life particles My pictures grim, antic like goddesses Lanterns light, follow them Answers right within the hollow tip Chanting hyphens in molecules, enlightening all of you Yet frightening bothersome presences, I barter with peasants Don't bother with princes, I'm charting the heavens Talking with emperors, my speech is invincible Reaching in writs into the deepest abysses Impeaching in wit each individual that seeks with intention To be with my enemies, I'm keen on my senses Seven is heavenly, but eight is infinity Change is within me, within you, intrinsically Hatred is insensitivity, I bade for intention and Livity & made them principles, unfaded inceptions I gazed them intently, dazed intensely from grades of sensi Delayed in mental, I prayed for deliverance & peace Then preyed in the wilderness with beasts Slaying, k**ing & feasting, for each sin I'm still in the deep end I pray that I'm filled with ease And repentance in speeches Penance and meekness in the presence of each kid Apprentice to the beach & trees, its residents & secrets Benevolence, uniqueness, the essence of what you seek is New feelings like blueprints of Egypt I got you believing 2Pac isn't dead You'd choose to live in secret in a new dimension after d**h This is pa**ed in breath by a ba*tard bred with a half-blasted mental Half past convinced that the last past Messenger's been dead For the past one & a half-century,and yet it's the Second, we're back at it again The Black Son resurrected as a half-Nigerian African Kemet is his Kingship & past area of residence The rest of them are from every section Every religion's representatives blessed Every kingdom, imperial dominion & queendoms This one is weak & recessive so I speak in expletives Explicit in entries, I seek & get tempted,and yet I'm free thinking In speechless sentences & speeches, the beat convinces me in sequences Writs are in between them, sense is in the seams that I stitched I mean this as a gift, I missed but misleading you isn't it I'm deaf but it seems to be disinterest My breaths leading you to think,d**h leads you into sinking In the deepest rifts of existence Just leave the rest of your pretences be with your pretensions My mentions' depths feed the abyssal Peace be to the people listening