Lyrics

Yo...
I rose from the crypt where the myth gets twisted,
Glyphs in the mist like a script encrypted,
Slipped through the grid in a shift unlisted,
Gift of the rift, now I drift with mystics.
Chrono-phased, in a dome of rays,
Where the tone invades like a stolen page.
I unfold the age, in encoded ways,
Like a scroll decays but the soul remains.
Ritual flame in the temporal locket,
Quantum entangled — my pen is a rocket.
Truth in the rhythm, it bends when I drop it,
Thread through dimensions, embedded in sonnets.
Sever the tether, I'm severin’ matter,
With every letter, I’m levelin’ Saturn.
Bevel the pattern — a rebel of data,
Metal with mantra, I meddle in strata.
Hex in the breath when the tempo is stressin’,
Flexin’ the text like a sentient weapon.
Projectin’ reflections of nested dimensions,
Invested in essence — I question the question.
Syllables spiral, the logic is fractal,
I channel the vinyl, the gods in the capsule.
I'm not even rappin', I’m breakin’ the shackles,
You caught in the static, I’m crashin’ the castle.
Light of the prism, alignin' the schism,
I write with precision, ignitin' the vision.
Cipher religions, decipher decisions,
Rewritin’ the system with night-coded wisdom.
No time for the fear when I code my ascent,
They fold to the fold, I unfold with intent.
Controlin’ the fold like a hole in cement,
Exposin' the mold that the old gods invent.

DNA spirals in primal ignition,
I rhyme in the silence where time is a prism,
My mind is a biome of fire and vision,
A lion in Zion, aligned with the mission.
Sumerian blood in my script like a sermon,
Flowin' through urns where the stars keep burnin’.
Language of light in the bark of the birchin’,
Talk with the bark and the dark gets certain.
I don't spit bars, I collapse realities,
Snap like a string in a map of dualities.
Draggin' the past through galactic formalities,
Crackin' the mask of these crafted banalities.
Eyes in the ether, I speak with the sleeper,
Awake in the web while the weave gets deeper.
The beat is the keeper, the breath is the speaker,
The self is the gate and the pain is the teacher.
No idol, no label, no chain, no leash,
I rain in the cave where the ancients speak.
I train in the flame where the matrix leaks,
And remain in the phase where the pages bleed.
Merkaba swingin' in arcs unmeasured,
Script on my skin like a Mars-transmission.
Flip through a hymn in a star-tuned ledger,
Carve with the pen in a far-rune session.
Silica soul, I’m a crystal-born phantom,
Speakin’ in codes through the glyphs of the anthem.
Silence is gold but the myth is a ransom,
And I broke out the vault with the pulse of the lantern.
Stacked in a dream with a beat and a blade,
Packed in a scene where the secrets invade.
Snapped from the seams with a speech unexplained,
I breathe in the heat and unleash what remains.

Yeah…
Y’all still rappin' in 2D, we bendin' space in the booth.
Still flexin' gold teeth? I’m etchin’ runes on the moon.
While you chasin’ some clout, I’m chasin’ the truth,
Came from the silence, now I echo through loops.
You talkin’ ‘bout bars? I’m channelin’ stars,
Decoded the dark with a pen and a charge.
Ain’t no “top five” — I’m top timeline.
Your favorite rapper just a fragment of my lifeline.
This that quasar cipher, they ain’t built for the flame,
This ain’t verses, it’s verses in versions of game.
I ain’t rhymin’, I’m realignin’ —
Blueprints of the fallen that I’m redesignin’.
This that “don’t play it for the label” rap,
This that “sacred geometry in a cradle” rap.
This that veil-liftin', glyph-scriptin', soul-splittin’ transmission,
You ain’t listenin’ — you just hearin’ the rhythm.
But the ones who know? They felt it in the marrow.
'Cause I ain’t spittin’ bars, I’m buildin’ the Pharaoh.