3 days of what? (N3W ST0RY 0F TH3 M4RTYR) is track 9 of Sacredly Geometric. Scroll down for Lyrics.
Sacredly Geometric. is a 9 track project releasing 1/19/20 based in the ideas of Humanity, Love, Life, Death, Fate, Destiny, God and the relation of them to each other that is nearly impossible to see until you Truly search, but once seen, cannot be ignored and will become more and more evident. the connections between You and Every Fiber Of Existence are endless, spreading from the Highest Points, Energies, and Bodies in the Universe, down to the Lowest on Earth. We are of the Earth, but also of the Stars, Human, But also God, and when we choose to dichotomize these, we are bound to feel even lower than Earth and not of God or Angels, but of ego and demons. Darkness and Admittance of Our Imperfections is not the enemy. Admitting and looking at why you cannot accept your Perfection, even if you are flawed, is the only goal to facing your lower self - being able to look at your darkness, where the True Light of God is Found - and becoming your Highest Self. the Full Album will be out when the last track drops on 1/19. Love. Praise The Most High. Amen.
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Lyrics to Track 9: 3 days of what? (N3W ST0RY 0F TH3 M4RTYR)
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3 days of what? (N3W ST0RY 0F TH3 M4RTYR)
i be,
dope as shit
dope
doper than opiates
write till i got a broken wrist
globally known as the holiest
psychotropic writtens
might overdose if you overlisten
in the dojo kickin
golden bricks
flowin this
shit copasthetic
pathetic
when these niggas spit
im more prophetic
below absolute zero cold
you only kelvin
chair that's electric
a death sentence
to any rapper
not repentenin
to the god in the flesh
and out the flesh
like im
sheddin my skin
no snake shit
fake shit
watch these niggas shapeshift
gone through phases
but boy i been this way since the k swiss
vision on lasik
ph opposite of basic
that's acidic
the past gettin
lost in the taste of tasteless
pieces of paper pages
with pictures of smiley faces
watchmen, they watchin me
the gods and the ancients
the pressure make wine outta grapes
and the shine make raisins
sun ray spit
energy forever be radiatin
that's lithium ion
what im on
55 bongloads
and 47 divine laws
who's the best rapper in the game
said its jetson x5
fuck dylan
bruh, im gone
i dont know why these niggas
even try dawg
spit clean
like a youngin drink lysol
skyfall, casino royale
my word is my bond
no james
raw dank filled
hank hill with the propane
so flame
these fools so lame
i kill em, no name
kaizer sozai
kill em like i kill my old ways
and resurrect
comin outta that closed cave
didn't sleep will the first night,
3? eh, i think ill come out in 4 days
new story of the martyr
got a hole in my heart as the stigmata
spit that magna carta
under trees meditatin for days
the young siddartha
only goin fartha
universal fatha
pitchin straight water
like i said i be
dope as shit
dope
doper than opiates
you writin green eggs and ham
nigga im writin moby dick
classics
jurassic creature
you a hasbeen
hope that struck a nerve
thoracic
breakin down walls
like damascus
burnin it down into particles
prodigal audibles
comin at yo ears the fastest
speed of photons
when the flow on
said its ashes to ashes
so far in the future
im forgettin what the past is
its all one moment
everlastin
so what's three days
of relaxin
reactions
be chemical
alchemical
rappin
ill still be spittin splittin atoms
when your done nappin
young poseidon with the black skin
im done with these niggas
go ahead and release the krakken
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