Left Right Hand

I’ll spit till an entire lung ruptures, breathe on reserve
Old school militance intact, peep the structure
I’m osteo-dangerous, I crack bones
Crush the teeth of a biter like tooth gnomes, while pretty fairies leave you pennies for thought
This dome's a heavy place where wars have been fought
Rugged raw fissures flashing like a lightning bolt
We need a paradigm shift, so when man evokes Akasha
The response will be immediate like rescue ships
Swerve into parallel dimensional lanes, stopping clocks
Just to stand on either side of our beings like paradox
In the times of rising stars and falling gods
My hidden eye's revealed in mystery like a Cyclops
My mind's full, empty my cup, my dark side's tryina body me up
Making attempts each time the going gets tough
Falling to get up, life-cycling, light shines in how we're moving
Shape-shifting in frames just like the movies

As far as I can see, there's talks of an apocalypse
A time-shift for universal metamorphosis
As we return to the source to heal the world from the wars
Know that fighting the current will never be a lost cause
As far as I can see, there's talks of an apocalypse
A time-shift for universal metamorphosis
As we return to the source to heal the world from the wars
Know that fighting the current will never be a lost cause

Beware the poison sting of metal tings in dreams
Venomous – the dark taints even the air that you breathe
Golden City, watching viewers thru the tube
Wanna escape reality like Dorothy, how Nazis double-click with the shoes
I handle words like deadly weapons, that's the daily mantra
That makes Blak go bang-bang like Lady Sinatra
The blind crypt-keeper, whose words traverse worlds
If the epic that creates will let me feature
Madam Speaker – the life provider, the sole survivor
The boulder that breathes in the hands of the sculptor
Spellbinder – connect the ground and air to cause dust
Choking earth gasping thru her crumbling crust when I bust
Charming snakes inside the turban, Jhat turn the volume up
Breaking boundaries transforming verbal schemes to ocular
I’m crucifix shaped, swinging back and forth like a pendulum
Occupying spaces in air stages molecular

As far as I can see, there's talks of an apocalypse
A time-shift for universal metamorphosis
As we return to the source to heal the world from the wars
Know that fighting the current will never be a lost cause
Evolutionary revolutionary, march forth
Against the axis around which we revolve
As we return to the source to heal the world from the wars
Know that fighting the current will never be a lost cause