Modest Intuition
Well I can’t chat and I can’t rap
But that don’t mean I'm gonna stand here and chat crap
And I know your thinking this sounds wack, as I feel the crowd and work my nerves
Well linguistically it’s a play on words as I flip the script
Manipulating matter and if your mind don’t matter
God’s body of Christ is golden brown, such a true and relevant factor
Garnish particles, as it’s a spiritual essence of pen to paper, and then later when I’m dead and gone
God is so real and true like I know I’m not wrong, my positive energy carry’s a rippled effect
Love is life, life is living, living is sharing and sharing is this
This is not the Vatican, this is time to reflect, 7 lines on and there’s not much time left
Planet X aligning heaven and stars, face on the moon or is it the disciples from mars
Time traveling I’ve gone to far, same world different dimension
Non fictional documentary’s casting Dick Cheney, Bush, Blair right through to Eisenhower
Lizard men govern alien technology, “They Live” -underneath national security
Freedom of disinformation act’s -like SARS, a 30th century andromeda strain
Black budgets of 2000 years environmentally unfriendly
Man made a 10 million mile hole and growing elnino
I spit this lyric on an electro magnetic wave
Molecules vibrate heating and fueling chemical reactions, causing confusions
From cosmic comets to captive EBE’s in S4 A54, it’s not subliminal but criminal
For those of the know (J Rod)
Children suffer in the devils playground as he gets them young and programs the rules
Chemically food causes a reaction, modified and soon becoming 1984
9-5, bills and rent, buy, buy, buy and nothing more
Without a 3-minute warning how can we teach of a new age dawning
I know it’s the same old words and you find them boring
Lucifer won’t stop just by ignoring, sleeping and snoring
Public sector becomes private sector, as a 125 derails again and again, it’s the same old same old
Thatcher continues with globalisation, as us the civilians feel and see realisations
Spiritual awaking and a higher meaning to my Nubian Nation
WHO distributed Aids, tax returns for the rich and greedy
A bullet and gun, some crack and some smack for the struggling and needy
All in relation from Adam to Eve, dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Mathematical signs of decoded crop circles, patiently I wait
Heavens above the crystly city as, the mother ship ascends
A second coming, another helping of lyrics and words
Verse by verse and I didn’t need to fuck shit and curse
Surgically I’ll mess you up, quieten you down and shut you up
Leave you crippled, dribbling when I’m plugging Phi Life Cypher keeping it real
Like Deal real I’m the real deal, as I penetrating force fields
Life’s preoccupied us, wrapping us up in a false sense of timing
Climbing new levels, Mount Zion, it’s an adventure when experiencing this Aquarian
Superior words prophercised, my poetry’s like an aquarium colourfull and wonderful
Living like house on the prairie, I’m fine and dandy
Fuck the lies, I’m an illusion, a figment of your imagination
An INSTIGATOR© of conscience and a Princess Lay Lay to all and any “non-sense”
Princess Lay Lay ©
Melanie Layton.
17th May 2003.
