Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah...
I came through the wormhole bleedin’ stars out my temple,
Annunaki ink in my skin — no stencil.
Gold in my genes, soul old as the temples,
Speak like a priest but I move like I'm mental.
Tears of the hawk drip slow on my pendant,
Ghosts in the beat, war cries in the entrance.
808s bang like I'm summonin' vengeance,
Skinwalker steps through the smoke — no repentance.
Galactic, savage, my cadence a chalice,
Sippin' on psalms in a world full of malice.
Spirit been hunted but I never went passive,
I rose from the ashes, my pain doin' backflips.
I talk to the wind, it reply with a rhythm,
Native tongue twistin’ these bars like a prism.
Light bendin’ words from a god with a vision,
This that star-seed flow, no cage, no prison.
See my eyes? That’s a whole ‘nother system,
Third-eye twitchin’ — I don't need no permission.
Flesh of the rebel, breath of the ether,
Spit with the lessons of a thousand teachers.
Dreamtime bleeds through the cracks in the speakers,
Past life's war drum knockin' through the tweeters.
Smell the smoke in the lodge,
Talk to the flame like it’s givin’ me jobs.
Moon in my palm, I’m alignin’ the gods,
Still ride dirty with a mind full of fog.
They want peace, but I come for the storm,
Mask of a beast with a crown that’s torn.
Burn my flesh? Then I’m spirit reborn,
With a chant in my chest that could split the norm.

[Chanting]

[Verse 2]
Yeah...
Syllables spiral in smoke when I’m speakin’,
Slither through shadows, my thoughts still peekin’.
Hearin’ the whisper of spirits that tweak in
the static, I channel the patterns they leak in.
Dream in a language the ancients deleted,
Woke with a pulse that the matrix depleted.
Heart made of drums and my lungs been treated
with cedar and flame where the gods get greeted.
Chantin’ with rhythm, encrypted intention,
Move like I’m dancin’ through parallel tension.
I see dimensions collapse in my mentions,
I spit interventions, my verse is ascension.
Frequency drippin’ like ichor, divine,
Script in my spine and the glyphs intertwine.
I could decode what’s been lost in the lines —
your pastor gon’ panic, I fracture his shrine.
Wordplay layered like sediment stone,
Each one a relic, embedded and grown.
Soul been embedded in bones of a throne,
Where time never passes, just loops in its zone.
Ancient and glitchin’, I twitch through the veil,
Messages coded in smoke trails I sail.
Every bar built from a piece of the grail,
I bled through the ink when my dreams went pale.
Talkin’ that deep shit, root of the myth,
Mouth full of stars, I maneuver the drift.
Soul in the shift, I'm immune to the rift,
I bend every rhythm like movement in glyphs.
I don't just rap, I unseal tombs,
Every bar breathin’ in monsoon fumes.
All these rappers just costume goons,
I spit truth raw through the Sun-God’s wound.