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cloudwalker – hhp 101 lyrics

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[verse 1: the maven]
i spin thoughts like cloth on the loom of the page and the thread is so silky but it comes with a bang! for it is bangkok made. we saw the light from the spire and returned to the cave. curious linguists observe unique dao. listen everybody to the drums and the melodies, the verbs and the nouns. every single thought is brought forth from the shroud to produce shadows and illuminate the crowd. pied pipers just chattin’ as we wander around; from the towns and cities, from the streets to the peak. seeking out the truth, learning more than we teach. and i never mean to preach i just light up, sit down and scribe at the beach. disconnect and redirect my energy to feats of herculean prowess and hip hop philosophy. meditate and blaze and write lyrical mythology. hypnotize your mind with hypothetical hyperbole. and, please, have fun, live in peace and love. as long as we’re united we can rise above. if bambata is the amon-ra, we are set and horus, and because it feels right now i send it to the chorus

[hook: the maven]
it’s that hip hop, the hibby. the hibby to that hip hop philosophy; don’t stop the rock. when we bang to the boogie thoughts jump with the boogie. dropping wisdom to the rhythm to the beat. dropping wisdom to the rhythm to the beat

[verse 2: the maven]
i have the needle at the ready as i sit down to scribe, i close my eyes as i listen and i walk through the skies, and my brain randomizes all the thoughts that collide with the rhythm and the vibe as i work out the rhyme. and weave in the signs and drop knowledge like pennies. we leave ’em face up to bring luck to out enemies, for they will surely need it; when we bring the blade of reason and we slice through superstition. in our superposition, we are both light and the dark ness. harnessing the power of the existential artist and the shrewd mathematician. combined into one to make a beautiful rendition. we are both a little artist and little logician, but he’s a master of logic, while i’m more of a magician
my illusions tend to vanish when you listen and examine, never random, i’m as focused as a special beam cannon, it brings in the piccolo. pragmatix makes magic while i lock in the flow, and when prag is on the mic, i can pack a bowl, then i pabanom and shout out to the boys yelling sabotage, and shout to the one known as nasty nas, and shout out to the monks from the temple of shaolin, and shout out to matis from the streets of brooklyn. shout out to the m from the three one three; common sense, wendel pat, saleem and kweli. guru, andre, lupe and kanye… as short list of mcs who’ve at one time inspired me. perhaps one day we’ll chill, we’ll roll an l and they’ll get high with me. walk among the clouds and have deep conversations on the nature of the universe and hip hop meditations. for, if anything, they can understand our mind frame, strive to me great in the name of the game and that means only great songs, and i think they can relate. create lyrical overture; unabated digressions. we amplify light, knights eradicate repression, though i praise not an old man written as a lesson; we demonstrate my method throughout every profession. i have faith in cloudwalker and the science of the mind, so sit back, relax, rewind, you will find, philosophy and hip hop the cloud now intertwine

[hook: the maven]
it’s that hip hop, the hibby. the hibby to that hip hop philosophy; don’t stop the rock, when we bang to the boogie thoughts jump with the boogie. dropping wisdom to the rhythm to the beat. dropping wisdom to the rhythm to the beat