in the beginning was the word and the word is sound
in other words, the schumann resonance keeps earth this round.
the entire universe is drowned in different frequencies.
they push the particles into shape right where they need to be
or gotta be, by the path of least resistance philosophy.
and the shapes that they take? they make sacred geometry.
from celestially to sub-atomicly, the harmonies
of those sounds give us the shells that we embody. see?
the fact that we can't hear 'em aurally hardly means
that they don't exist in the mist or aren't a part of me.
for music as an art it means the purest of the artistries
is what i'm blessed to do, so i choose it to keep our chakras clean.

its the rhythm inside that's got you seein what you see and believe (can you feel it?)
its the rhythm inside. vibration paints reality. (vibrate higher)

i feel they're vibrations -brations -brations -brations -brations -brations (i'm seeing auras now)
i feel they're vibrations -brations -brations -brations -brations -brations (from within my marijuana cloud)
i feel they're vibrations -brations -brations -brations -brations -brations (music is all around)
i feel they're vibrations -brations -brations -brations -brations -brations (you call it god, i call it sound)

i'm the mysticism of sounds manifest. in the flesh with every breath.
there's nowhere rhythm isn't found in excess.
from heartbeats, to electrical signals from the body
to the brain, and planets around stars revolving
they all keep meticulous time see. so i sleep
and wake up to my circadian vibe b.
to find beats and rhyme deep to create an uprising
rarely taking it lightly, maybe 'cause i've seen
how cointelpro did lennon and their agents could find me
and blaze me if i keep sharing crazy shit i've seen
with eyes keen, despite bein too baked for the visine.
the evil demons see that it's much more than a rhyme scheme.