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hipgnostic - thought broth lyrics

your skull is couldron….
the bowl that you’re holdin’ on your shoulders is smolderin’….
with thought broth…
brought by thoth
brewed with an ankh to stir your mental luna moths…

sacrificial goat for my homeboy enki
on the jewish sabbath, broke into a holy century
while you were on lycos, i was on levity
incredibly remembering the beckoning of lessonry
alchemically the lead in me had longed to be more heavenly
while redditting i bet i seen like seven people mentioning
the clever ways alchemists lay their message secrets secondly
in recipes for inner peace, new weaponry to k!ll the beast

atomic m-ss 196.96655
oh, how i strive to have you in my life
you are the weight of christ
the greatest, righteous, thrice-wise
universal nice guy, buddhist-person type fly
the zombie of john dee, the prani of gandhi
not a wand-wielding wannabe
i wanna bring the war in me to the forefront
to force more harmony
if there is a problem, yo, i’ll solve et coagula
immaculate ej-cul-te to emasculate
the vapid sh-t that’s trapped in ya
the baphomet-like dragon stuck between your scapulas
creeping like tarantulas, weaving like parabolas
spectacular miraculous!
-ss-ssinate the caligula that lives in ya….

seated on saturn, leading up the planetary ladder
a seven-layer pattern, an oil to light the lantern
the whitening of matter, albedo stage of the magnum opus
not some hopeless hocus pocus
but a focus to open up the broken lotus
split the sea like moses, the road to go from lowness
to a ferocious form of gnosis
prognosis of psychosis went so bogus with hypnosis
while locusts swarm the soulless, my tropes go cold, unnoticed
the culprits are the popes
their pulpits act as bullwhips for the goats controlled by ropes
they know the holy ghost cannot be owned
our only hopes of throwing stones at all these phonies
is by showing them we’re noting all the hidden truths they’re holding

your skull is a cauldron….
the bowl that you’re holdin’ on your shoulders is smolderin’….
with thought broth…
brought by thoth
brewed with an ankh to stir your mental luna moths

i’m putting pearls in the bacon
the smell will make the world awaken
takin’ knowledge of the ancients
implanting it in vacant brains
erasin’ satan from the basin
a raven came to save the day
and take you through a straightaway
the nigredo stage can be insane
but soon you’ll be exclaiming like ol’ jacob:
“hey i see a kingdom yonder, and i wonder if i wander higher
fly up like a condor to the sky
and find the father, would i conquer my
own ground and cry ‘oh my! oh wow!
i think i’ve found the land of our most high just now!'”
excuse me for the rapid flow
in truth it makes the rabbit hole much wider
and the master knows the writer is much wiser
he can smite his foes, take flight with crows
reach heights of those who came before him to the albedo
where the white rays shone on the fruit of the rubedo…
where the white rays shone on the fruit of the rubedo…
where the white rays shone on the fruit of the rubedo…

your skull is a cauldron….
the bowl that you’re holdin on your shoulders is smolderin’….
with thought broth…
brought by thoth
brewed with an ankh to stir your mental luna moths

you want the recipe for thought broth?
well, listen up
first you need a crystal cup
visit the kitchen and open up your cupboards wide
focus upwards, deep inside
now find the oldest sh-t that hides
and try to hold it as it fries
above a steady flame, burn to ash
then churn and smash it till it seems as if it’s trash
next: dissolve and evaporate
collect the salts that separate
inject pot-ssium nitrate
and create a new substance from what precipitates
now wait…
over time the slime will rectify
it might take a while for it to be set right
it’ll definitely get thicker
add liquor of the liver and fermenting will get quicker
eventually you’ll discover a new venusian b-tter
emerald in color, unpleasant in its odor
you gotta raise it up to heaven, before the seventh step
then bring it back to the earth again
to purify what’s left
once distilled you can will it to aggregate
with the powder of the sun and coagulate
to a pill of power, one so strong that it penetrates
all of the solids, but you can dissolve it
in a dollop of crotch scotch and call it your thought broth
the hotchpotch that thoth brought, the philosopher’s rock, brah

your skull is a cauldron…
the bowl that you’re holdin’ on your shoulders is smolderin…
with thought broth…
brought by thoth
brewed with an ankh to stir your mental luna moths

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