Constructin a rhyme

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Constructin a rhyme,
Just so I can view the inner brain functions of my mind,
Takin my time...
So I can let my mind unwind..
Get high and incline
Till im making communion with the devine
I smoke the ganga till it slows my mind
And I can get into a trance deeper than Jalladin Rumi in his prime,
Leave ya'll confused by my climb cause I'm deepr than confuscious floating against the oceans movements...
At the bottom where shells hold pearls of jewels with...
diamonds that shine so bright they could make the "sea" go blind.

[jai0489]

THAT SHIT WAS DOPE STRAIGHT HOMIE I COULD SMOKE TO THAT

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Im rhymin with so much shine I keep the sea blinded,
And fly from the oceans depths up to the suns rays
And swept across the seven seas width and sparkled for days
Makin a maze, life filled with highs and lows
I drop low and give blows to the devil in the belly of the beast
And then rise like yeast, I make communion with high priests in heaven,
Conversatin with angles over different angles and perspectives of thoughts...
Discussing semantics with anti-semetics fussing over inflated numbers of holocaust victims
I listen to the wisdom of past wise men like Malcolm
Make communion and meditations and prostrations with sages and saints
While my enemies dwell in hell's prison getting beatin with cheaply made shanks from Rikers prison..
Where 2pacs ghost still haunts and fiends still walk
And Kanye made "Jesus walks" but when I read the Bible I just feel more-lost
Its got to be a victory for me to live this life where Allah sustaining everythang from the fishes in the sea to flowers to the trees
And I learned about the birds and the bees getting head from a bitch on her knees
My rhymes sound diseased but that's only cause they influenced by bad seeds..
that grew to the top and ruined hiphop and now I got to stop rhymin cause I've lost all inspiration to say something that aint about nothing!

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Part 3

Different thoughts and opputunities past by me
And I was too young and lost
And so I guess I paid the cost
I've had to slow the thoughts
down like a Rasta passin round ganga amidst a cipher
The trance enchants the mind to go deeper...
The high gets steeper....
And now when the moments come the Rasta knows where its at and where its from
See's the fullness of the beauty in the sea's
And feels the coolness of the breeze, catchin it as it passes
and noticin each event as it happens,
laughin with a full chest, cryin with full tears..
Finally findin the purpose in his life all these years.