Supramundane

Flesh temple, house a god
Sensory perception to explore facade
Serpentine spine like a lightening rod
Kundalini climb to the heights, beyond
Motherfuckers think we slightly odd
But they don’t really know what type of flight we on
Third eye blind, calcified, disabled
You should open your mind, sometimes that’s painful
My sister think its reality shows on cable
My brother on the Xbox dead playin' halo
Crown chakra stay low
Ain’t that just how the game go?
360 with no Kinect
Boob tube, YouTube, internet
These bitches ain’t bad, they just disrespect
These rappers ain’t hard, dawg, they hardly spit
Young, Bodhisattva, heart chakra, solar plexus
Rock with baba, do pranayama to draw my breath in
Khabalibati, god body, pure intention
Swami, Swanny, only in the 3rd dimension
Tryna keep my chakras pure
But I done smoked so many squares that my tonsils hurt
I’ma utter these mantras, we gotta learn
They say you only live once, but I’m not so sure
Supra
Supramundane
My heart untamed, my brain unchained
Drop jewel off top the crown chakra
Fuck round might bounce some sound off ya
Duck down, block-blocka, heartbeat stoppa
Chief rocka, Shaka, no peace offer
Fuck police, off em, fuck bitches often
I was born on this planet but fuck livin' on it
Channel game through the synth component
That kinda hitcha don’t it, like when you sit in lotus
My people dipped in dopiness, as if you didn’t know this
We going, going, gone, I’m on
I’m Swanny, I’m ornery, these people all zombies
You suckas can’t, see me, let alone, find me
I’m Skyway the flight base airstrip, style-y on the snare hit
I channel game on the Mikey, uh
Already know the neighbors don’t like me
Cause I does it nothing lightly, light beams, light beings
Young Taylor drip flavor like ice cream melt
The only chief is Chief Si’ahl so the styles is felt