Sri Yantra

Pyramids to Sanskrit, Veda papers
Spoke on beings from Atlantis so light the incense
Smell the nag champa, [?]
Two thousand BCE, they cut the [?]
They taught about the chakras
Priest and Dalai Lamas
Far East they teach about conscious karma
Called the Indus Valley, inside a temple cloudy
All the yogis riding with the holy men at rallies
The Sri Yantra, geometrical pyramids
The monks study the bee and amber
For months they walk amongst the trees for answers
‘til the Buddha tell them that the key is laughter
Now breathе, allow yourself to be the mastеr
You must receive balance when approaching matters
The [?] doctrine, [?] like Moroccan
The mint leaves and centuries of the knowledge
[?], the yogi remains still
Behind [?], the one who follows to live
Hindus at the temple, Vishnu beads and crystals
[?] beans and lentils, [?] curry
Bowls naan and the chutney
Rose to Punjabi [?]
They stack bricks and [?]
[?] reaching nirvana, the belief that we’re teaching the Dharma
We are, I explain it in “Saffron,” the rap song, watch the video, relapse on, directed by Dave Flores
Burn sage in the forest, they find ancient India without a chorus