Inxeption

Chorus: InverXion reflection injecting healing inXeption; With inventions intentions retention I am infecting; From the land that is promised I am oil ranching; And when the rain hits the surface it is soil blending; Verse One: Hot ten tot tongue; My words do not sleep, neither slumb; Conversations with the Khoisan’s; Communication with people of the sun; Black and white uniformed on a nun; I carry my purpose and start to run; Pacing up bullets shot from a gun; My bank accounts, are loading up on automated funds; Those are treasures from the three in one; Bring it back a thousand times like the weight of a ton; Abracadabra waving wands; Captain Morgan sailing on rum; Denominator that fraction sums; Antiseptic detergent to slums; Fresh breath to a bleeding gum; Alleviation of inflammation to a cyst or a lump; 21st street is where we jump; It's time to feast, main course, sirloin steak and beef of rump; I feed until my belly looks like it got a bump; Got more goose than Donald Duck, and trump; Photographic when nailing thump; Fingerprinting on your right thumb; Combination of the safe unifies; My spring waters purify; The south gets cold in June-July; No need for you to pry; Is it the truth that got you to lie; I see them as they brutalize and scrutinize to crucify; Verse Two: There was a rain age; There was a clay age; There was a stone age; There was an ice age; There was a dark age; There was a light age; Now we are in the information age; I was gone and came back at 33, years of age; I live eternal and pass age; I am Buckey Seven with a pen and page; Seven keys on a rampage; I write scriptures on a papyrus page; Both sides of the same page; Eagle feathers dipped in ink, I'm illustrating on that same page; My kitchen aroma is sage; My paper payroll is sage; I am Mr Grey under a green shade, of money trees that are of sage; Been groomed by a wise man who goes by the name, of Sage; Writings on the, tablet stone, interpretations are sage; I'm the prophesied X, moving in various, colours of range; Living and giving, love in range; Fire flames, is in range; Check the vowels, One word with more than one meaning, is strange; For a better future, things gotta change; I am still, truth enraged; And It's an outrage how they are enraged; That InverXion is out the cage; Verse Three: Anti Clockwise I steer the fear; Exorcism to all the queers; Young, old and all peers; I burn the cancer detected in a pap smear; I see the invisible crystal clear; I stab evil with a flaming spear; Till it reflects and start to appear; Back stabbers get blind spotted, from the rear; More light to the earth surface from the troposphere; I got more heat than the other side of the O-Zone in the atmosphere; Tax collection is a racketeer; That's the truth I would rather hear; And exceed in speed when I change the gear; I'm about twins like Roger, in Sister, Sister with Tamera and Tia;