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j. september - in divine style part ii lyrics

formula formulate, to form a formulaic potion
verbalixir’s back to warm an archaic notion
delve into prophecy, solve the unsolvable
probe the problematic, prove the improbable
impossible audible, calibrate your sentences
algebraic equations equate equal my entrance
i enter this game with all fractions intact
both factions contact all reactions exact
my transactions attract the shadiest kinds
raised in a hazy maze where the craziness shines
where the gradient radiates greens and purples
universal operation surround verbal circles
concentric rings, shrouded full moon in norway
my forte channel the northern lights, before they
opened doorways to pass down my heritage
i found more ways to gift my inheritance
overdosage of doses could pose a potential
potent intoxication of momentous credential
my essential essence is evident in the culture
nurture schizophrenia sculpting the structure
ultra hydra velocity vexed velociraptor
vociferous actor, on wax a colossal factor
because i rap for a purpose much bigger than life size
mission: melt the glaciers off of your iced eyes
see a behemoth instead of a pint sized
hero saving the world in spite of the white lies
christ, i’m so bright i illuminate night skies
in sight of the trite i’m assuming it’s right/wise
my scattered dome is at home in catacombs
rest on shattered bones pouring over a tattered tome
drunk on the blood of a hundred virgins
i meld into the ether until i am merging
with god himself. i took a picture but i’m god himself
i try to hold up a frame, insane, but i’m god himself
inject me with an epic fix of crystal ecstasy
protect me, rejected angels dwell next to me
commence cryogenic slumber embedded genetic
alterations to my cybernetic prophetic
synthetic filament intertwining expanse
redefining, unwinding, unbinding, enchance
advance cautiously, your balance is crucial
hedonism is brutal, while piety it is futile
fix of the righteous, or fix of the substance
removing the veil to see what’s amongst us
thousands of stories in a pattern just like this
woven into a quilt cloaking clattering crisis
connect us, may the masters correct us
i hope one day the new gods will elect us
and pass over the scepter, monument selector
the monumental connecter, the sacrament collector
the elemental erecter, the fantasy manifester
the trance transcender, the everquester
will pull myriad rhymes from superior portals
i hope material rhymes matter to you mere mortals
uncover fantastic imagery and fill your visual
my residual self image fulfills my original
dream, a hopeful scheme, a delusion
a reverie, a vision, a nightmare, an illusion
protrusion protruding procreate proclamations
program it with prose and propose to populations
bestow my possessions, a dark crystal of thought
shot out of a black steel a pistol of plot
blissful blotters drop a tab to be wishful, or not
i’m wistful when i remember this mystical spot

- j september lyrics

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