i stimulate the pineal gland to get the mind to expand.
below the sphynx, under miles of the sand
edgar cayce saw it wit his 3rd eye in a trance,
a scroll wit this rhyme and plan for survival of man.
i buried it there in my past life on a tanned
piece of parchment before star ships has started to land.
it exposes the illusions, all the lies and the scams.
got reprimanded by elohim for designin a shem.
i just wanted to touch the heavens
and mortal man couldn't overstand a young nigga's lust for questions
abundant blessings led to undiscovered lessons
and from amongst the peasants sent a oneness message.
and 20 lifetimes later i still write rhymes greater
than the vedas so the cia mines my data.
if you wanna transcend, then recite my phrases.
when we ascend and find zen, then we can make it....all right.