Supreme Mind

[Verse 1]
Each Shiva palm move is the Metatron cube, moving its points like its joints ’til the hexagon is smooth
It’s like Tetris, geometric, it folds out in the end too
Upward and down, it’s all in his mental
Thirteen circles all connected by straight lines
Earth kings in purple, a message from great minds
The cube rotates at a slow pace
When embraced, the center creates its own shape
Like stones of gold from old dates
Or oval like honeycombs or cones, shown what the chromosomes make
It begins to spin clockwise according to Enoch eyes
The moonlight splash the rock with tides
I’m observing the ocean while watching the sky
Then submerge in the moment with the option to fly
The Shiva becomes the ether
The Metatron’s the Nebula forms like Jesus, John and Peter
Bad weather storms over Babylon, light rain falls upon the Giza
White wings are drawn on the arms of Caesar
Then a knife came calm but then harmed their leader
I write pain like psalms and the songs for seekers, sleepers
This is Constantinople vocals
Since the Bronx jams to the blonde man that coach you
The bronze hand and throat too
I like my coffee cold brew
Old school

[Chorus]
Then the super mind (two, two, two)
Within the super mind (two, two, two)
Within the super mind (two, two, two two, two)
Super mind (two, two, two)

[Verse 2]
Colder than masculine and feminine
This is pure blackness with no ignorance
Adolescence back in our innocence
Math the lessons, the craft is our inner strength
In a sense we’re not trapped by the Ten Percent
Priest heal the mass, reveal the past by penmanship
Mind is intricate, syndicate
This is not an act, it’s a fact, I’m true and living it
In rap I’m King Menelik
I mass supreme intellect
The stars and moon unfold like a dinner set across the periodic table
Food for thought
We made of gases, liquid and solid so pass the vinaigrette
The night is molasses, my flow is winter fresh
Demiurge of plenty words
Cathedral statues, da Vinci birds, city of Ur emerge
The [?] in the making, amazing, amen
Though I’m disturbed, brothers twist herb when they hit nerves
I spit superb, the [?]
It’s all a blur ’til the mystic arrive with the living word
Excel from the beehive, Éliphas Lévi