Do we really have to do this?
I don't know if you can go all the way
You might have to stop and press play
In the coils of the toroidal flow
Magnetism stands where forces go
Processional gyres, they twist and bend
And dielectrics grasp our current send
Counter space holds the cosmic key
In the null-poised silent symphony
No vector claims this hidden grace
Polarized light has no true place
Within the flux, magnetos fold
The secrets of impedance told
A dance of waves, yet not a wave
Where dielectric inertia saves
Beneath the permeability's dome
Lospherous will and ethos home
In twisted arcs and vortex spin
The five planes pull when light grows thin
Transverse pulse is but a guise
For energy is coaxial flies
Each field-bound twist, a latent charge
In hyperbolic realms enlarge
From catenary curves descend
Where flux capacitance has no end
The incommensurable reigns untamed
In quasars birthed in stars unnamed
Permitivity is but a cloak
In counter space all rules repoke
The secret of impedance told
No mass, no speed, no force unshorn
Just dielectric truth reborn
The coaxial wake, it turns unseen
In loops of neon-electric green
Magneto-dielectric fields entwine
Through torus rings, true force aligns
Precession calls from deep inside
A fractal surge, a cosmic tide
Within each spin, the secrets fold
Where luminous bearers eat the holes
Not light and quanta as they claim
But pressure, meditation's flame
Impedance paths of zero arc
God's stellar birth from nothing's spark
The mind of Faraday still hums
In Maxwell's wires, ether drums
While Newton's laws fade old and cold
A newer force, the ancient's whole
Electrostatics pulse entwined
With magnetic monopoles aligned
Through gyromagnetic spins we weave
A pattern only sages perceive
For what is force but ether's will
No wave, no mass, no quantum fill
The inertial plane where all things merge
In kind of space where thoughts converge
I spit on this hot microphone cold as ice
Dawn bring a root cutter, candy paint shine
Dope so friggin' good it'll blow the flippin' minds
Hit em with the sugar, all the frickin' time
No guts, no glory, one-two to the rhyme
Artisan equation, sunglasses on
Charlie Ray shine
Hot fire, purple kush
So strong it makes em blind
Jesus was an addict, he was trying to buy
Some burning bush, you gotta have it
This * is so good, yeah
They might be tapin'
Bird on a wire
Get em huffin' like Darth Vader
Smoke the room out, catch ya later
Diez de la muerte, el mariachi
Razor sharp Ramone
Don't ever rap with diddlers
Make the motherfuckers pay
For the * of black water like Hockatay
Spit freestyles on the microphone Olay
Cashin' checks at the bank every day
Play these tracks on the tubey tubes of spotalays
I grow this killer purple ganja
By the river where the riders rage
Starry nights, Van Gogh paints
I'm down with Gustav Klimet
Medu all the sorcerists
We comin' with hot tracks
And Vampirella, big buckets of greenie greeno
To the Vincent Pricino
Pizza pie oven, ice cream truckin'
Pennywise, lovely ladies know I'm it
These are average clothes for me, kid
I dress like this every day
My hat ain't crooked
The world is, you know what I'm sayin'
Take em to Babylon
Sell the soul for a song
The heart don't weigh much
Squeeze a couple blood drops
Eerie and murky, the water's dark
Something slithers
It found its mark
Do the makeup with chalk
Christ of the rock
Sells pure cocaine to the children
Third level wild style wizard
With the card that trumps
Dark lord of the heavens is in the building
1212 on the microphone
Potent like the Ginny Gin
What we don't want is us


Don't wanna play more



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