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You're about to hear the first three tracks from my hip-hopera slash graphic novel, Antibody.
So, it's spiritual sci-fi, and no graphic novel, so you're really just getting half
of it.
O Nobly born, your breathing is about to cease. Your guru has set you face to face with the
clear light, now you are about to experience it in its reality, in the bardo state, wherein
all things (thunder, wind)
The silver cord snaps, karma leaves your body you long to return to, adorned with gaudy
novelties. Attachment's a magnet, pulling you toward
a vortex across this great, *** land, into a mountain fortress,
into this entombed library in the middle of a ritual with minimal light trickling onto
the assembled symbols enclosed in high tech desks built into older
stone fixtures feared and repressed texts are inspected by
robed figures, sole protectors of the knowledge of Man's
pivotal link, whispered through bamboo tubes, written with
invisible ink, Unbroken ring of faceless sentries train perpetually
while praying skeptically that it'll all be wasted energy,
Workspaces are sent deep below the slamming vault doors,
Alarms call forth swarms of monks into true halls of yore,
Blindly synchronized brandishing weapons of all sorts,
without solid form the stormy hive mind's a palpable force
just west of the Baltimore shore, life arises in a sphere of glass,
falsely reborn, with a sense of being stared at,
apparently back on the Earth plane, electric and ionized,
You see converging lines with sense other than eyesight,
Some, shining bright, sit in front of a mansion, focusing their minds on the task of banishment
which demands single-pointed concentration, absolute fearlessness,
Jackets show their only talisman, The eye in pyramid,
Climbing further skyward to find flying blurs like lightning strikes across firmament into
flocks of frightened birds, It's the chopper's doppled hum where demigods
are dropping from, watched by pondscum, you know your name's
in their mind and want to run but curiosity overcomes, into shadow of possessed
trees where strips of cloth are hung bearing sigil
of unseen enemy, The tendency of the crowd leads to the front
step's centerpiece, a wax-sealed jar with most menacing recipe,
a velvet bag of gris-gris, iron filing, sulfur mixture,
egg pierced with pins and nails, dried scorpion and lizard,
unleash a dormant beast whose ancient voice hoarsely speaks,
"These premises have been cursed with black sorcery."
Gust shatters the jar, momentary orb of glass shards,
branches and grass are permanently bent back sharp,
from a scabbard as ornate a dagger is aimed at this cyclone of smokeless fire descended
from the plasma plane, Mage's inhalation attracts before shouting,
"Allahu akbar!" Not meant for you but you're caught and cast
into the stars. You, who are made of fire, answer to Haadahai,
King of the Sun and all in the range of his light.
You, who are made of fire, answer to Haadahai, King of the Sun!
(Hard *** Broton beat)
Carried away out of the atmosphere by Mercury...
Mercury, Hermes, burglar of luz, penetrates the physical world, prophet of
Zeus, bringing good fortune from the mountain's
peak, border-dweller, god of crossing boundaries,
psychopomp, guide of souls from shore to shore, propylaios, Greek for "before the door",
brother of Eris, lover of the fairest owner of the Golden Apple, chosen by Paris,
guardian at the gates of Chapel Perilous, knelt before (unclear) built to his pyramids,
one of Salt, one of Sulfur, one of Mercury, Alchemy, Astrology and Theurgy,
broke into solar-lunar, aspects respective to philosophical-technical, wisdom and method,
thrice-great celestial farmer, patron of poets, dream courier, wielding the staff of Moses,
hope you're focused, little liberated anima, amongst divinities having abandoned your mandala,
their bodies become such densely coded realms whose tenants stir concerns, attempt to overwhelm
as you travel past the namesake of the god holding the helm,
to behold the True Sun is conditional Nirvana, It's a Heaven hotter than any supposed Hell
and a freakishly rare, difficult to deserve honor
which is why you've attracted the attention of King Haadahai
whose angelic race is the father of man that built in the Buddhahood taking longer
than planned conjure a mask that Man can understand,
since you escaped Samsara and the Moon's purgative sands,
You need to be brought up to speed initiated into lineages common with the ancient sages,
and a few others like you, simply stated, abominations and pity cases.
Relax receive the blessing, in 4 seconds a teacher will begin to speak.
The original spark of light is reflected in all
the disconnected starlight, harshest bright harmonizes
with the endlessly dark night, Far and wide from one seed, a mutating archetype,
Since time without beginning, we were part of the void,
Reality pulsed in a singular point, Like a thinkerless thought, pure and comatose,
solipsistic, feedback-looping Ouroboros, The arrow of time flew through its gnashing
teeth, Slashed guts reveal entire spacious galaxies,
White heat, light speed, now icy and paralyzed, Stones roam symmetrically, clinging dearly
to life, following photons, engaged for ages,
Streamlined mind of a sex cell and an immortal's patience,
drawn around the fire by playful forces, Planets feed stars or they find stable orbits,
Incubated in a vacant, concentric womb, Taking root where they're blanketed in mute
blooms, Mutual belonging, moods made by the temperature
change between the veins, aflame, and the gaseous
membrane, She bathes their delicate limbs with wind
and rain, Unrestrained to dedicate their energies to
disseminate an army waiting, like grass leaves with absolute faith,
Clutch the Earth to return gravity's embrace, With erect spines, supine, expectant for sunshine,
The indivisible whole is more than individual parts combined,
Alone they're worthless, it's synergistic, symbiotic emergence,
without inspiration nothing lives, her kiss nourishes
all she loves enough that its success matters, Building step ladders over test patterns to
the next chapter.
It goes Society, Nature, Life, Consciousness, Finally Space, the base in which it all exists
(rest of chorus)
The primal perception of insects works directly, floral perfumes are unmediated states of ecstasy,
chemical towline and road signs navigate the journey,
sense organs develop in reaction to what's there to perceive,
Like leaves exist to make shade, so some can hide
from my glory, most high, that both illuminates and blinds,
Controlled radiation burst, first love of the Earth,
Long-awaited place of honor auspicious for the first birth,
Cast in a mold of my gradual pull, past encoded in fragile folds,
casual stroll around the castle moat, bask in the glow of astral gold,
It dissolves disease and exalts what it can't burn
and was stolen by Man and caged in a lantern, Dangling from a lamp filament,
birthday candle with both ends lit in an ambivalent nanosecond of vanishing remnants,
Life is an unanswered question to the anthropocentric, True Love alone overcomes transgression,
Entropy, its vanquished nemesis, Despite all this Love, mortal events may feel
helpless, guarded wrathfully, it makes them seem selfish,
in a dead world where their wariness isn't Nature's favor
they don't trust yet, this subconscious, autonomous danger surveyor,
The higher mind is shared, with all that's evolved
which you mirror and dance with as many others crawl,
So craft your instincts into heroic qualities or sacrifice your life to redundant mediocrity
like an insect appendage of the royal bloodline whose flight she guides thereby conducting
buzzing lullabies, The master of the environment conrols adaptation,
She's given you everything with faith in contagion, All is ours! Your property and identity aren't
well defined, One human life contains infinite angelic time,
Enough for dream voyages across the known universe,
monarch of the space you take up when you emerge,
You're older than your atoms, you're a willful deity,
Seemingly separate presences fill your head with scenery,
Naked apes migrate from caves to skyscrapers, all their creations fall into the realm of
Nature and she has no laws, only habits,
Limited minds miss variables and the master plan collapses,
Most tragic, thought the species was a perfected ideal
in a friction-free Skinner Box that's hermetically sealed,
In fact, you backslide and soon the devolution commences,
With such power you must assist the planet's immune defenses,
Don't worship thought at the expense of the senses
like you worship the Sun at the expense of the Earth.
Space, Consciousness, Life, Nature, then Society is the mind's outer layer
inner stranger, architect of behavior, an hour later than the breakdown of the dual
chambers, (unclear) of your agenetic creator,
built bodies by changing how DNA works, improved knowledge of how to maximize mutants,
until we invent a new kind of evolution.