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It's the people that sleep that creeps up to the temple
In ways that they never show It's like monumental
My souls rips hard my heart we all gods
That perform loss rituals
Five hundred years before Christ set foot in the land of the fire
They burned individuals then crossed all the lies
The earth remains rich with the love Of Tamrashatiya
Old school of Buddhism that grew the Theravada
I tune in to frequencies more frequently
When I'm in the spirit of seasoned swarm of bees
Your heart turns warm
Chasing the dragon building energy
Replacing your arms with new conditioning strong heavily
Banging mung beans with your fist
Gonna take a lot of risk
The techniques the methods
Respected all sections
My soul still burning the pages still turning
The rages against the stages that told fuck rappers
That's why we still stuck with fucked up actors
Who don't write proper lyrics in a shop of horrors
Didn't get educated in rap but still a rap scholar
Alphabetical list of orders with proper causes
A lot of genocides made blood drop like water
They'd done killed everybody sons and daughters
Now let me tell you multiple stories
Categories of worrying warriors
Off to corridors of wrong interiors
This soul is only born to be hard strong degree
Old theory is never lost to me
Why you trying to diss everyone that's possible
The probable nonstop able way that you craved for safety
After you misbehaved
So lately nobody wants to respect their own graves
We all slaves in the hearts of those Gods
Who pose threats loosing their own breath
Battling in the midst of war
We brotherhood swore to live forever god
Soldiers hit record jump aboard