MASTER SUN, A TRIP INTO THE INEVITABLE

Take a trip into my unexplored vortex, I draw texts Instead Drawing techs to hit ya gortex, raw flesh Tell flex to lay the claymore I'm Boutto Bomb next I walk a thin line of lost convicts Broke in real life but gotta rich nigga mindset Moms said its all I'll ever need to reach conquest The Blind sword Men my faction vibe on the same chord Severed heads of seven under threats like division boards Me and my cohort battle our poor thoughts The short dwarfs in court law, they stalk y'all Bought all my resource Distorted stories in treaties like old divinci code Niggas follow mold, feet leaking with clay and dough The black Allen Poe, pen launches like a catapult Scattered in a harsh terrain lab rat for data flow, yo F*ck the green grass, my path a supreme task To last underneath mass, brass and extreme draft I see that His slumber is penetrated, my psyche is thirsting for peace Brother in the dirt cause he nurses was weak Further my weeps, depleted Gerbers murdered in churches for cheap Spilled blood stains the shirt of the priest Descended of the common sense era I sit in alone prone in raki pose, eightfold reader rolling a Buddha scroll The abbot adapted to all forms of aggravation Blinded hatred only is a mild form of admiration Through astral evacuation, I occupied through a spectrum of cosmic perfection Where's there's no oxygen As I rocketed through this moment of omniscient My conscious killed my physical image so it was dominant I landed on a comet, we had conversation As we blasted through infinite devastation that the flesh created He said man broke theory of relativity, using negativity to trick lesser entities We talked for literally eons As we concluded the devil lasso got us in a loop pursuing resolution Remain neutral and focus on ya own noodle That's the only way to let the source of god flow through you...