Consciousness of the Gods

"By going off by themself for a long time, into the depths of the forest, or the heights of the mountain, and in that isolation, he comes in touch with a Domain of Consciousness which is known by all sorts of names, the Spirit World, the Ancestors, the Gods." Verse 1- Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud I’ll clap and Applaud Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod If you never heard of me before listen My name is Beast One Tres to the double Three From Northeast My flow here we Go Yo i’ll give it to you Bestow Carry on the tradition of Hip Hop From long ago The Shadows are down Below Don’t even know where to Start I studied movement of the Planet And Astrological Charts And Scoured Countless Sources of indispensable knowledge bases Still not a step Closer To even understand the Basics "The Cell is the Basis of all Being, and Being is not something Into which we Come, but Out of which we Proceed. In popular language we say 'I came into this world', as if you came from somewhere else altogether, from outside, you don't, you come out of this world, just in the same way as the leaves come from the tree." Verse 2- Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud I’ll clap and Applaud Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod As a living Organism I suffer and learn from Pain Through the Strain I Maintains Theres gain to Attain Please Refrain The same thing’s mundane Use Your Brain Please retain Don’t Stay Same So lame and constrained My Domain Attain fame retrain to obtain New Terrain My campaigns ordain to the slain Do Your Thing These plain Janes disdain the Profane I Sustain Obstain games Im Flame As Butane "If you are aware of a Fate which you call Is, or Reality, or Life, this implies another state, or Isn't, or Illusion, or Unreality, or Nothingness, or Death. You can't know one without the other, it's always going to come to an End." Verse 3- Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud I’ll clap and Applaud Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod Everybody that you know and Love Will soon be dead My Music comes about By quoting voices in my Head Wait till the news of what I’ve really Done Begins to spread They use the lessons that i left for Them To get ahead Don’t matter what you really think it is Is Or what you’ve read Just, do the opposite Of what you think you know Instead Theres billions of the blind That live in bliss and been Misled Don’t listen to the News Or believe ANYTHING that’s Said "It takes Nothing to have Something, because you wouldn't know Something was without Nothing. You wouldn't know what the Form is without the Background Space. You wouldn't be able to See anything unless there were nothing behind your eyes, now imagine yourself with aesthetical eye, you can see all around. Now what's in the Middle. See?" Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud I’ll clap and Applaud Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod "Death is Real, see. I don't indulge in wishful thinking. All you people who dream of an Afterlife and Heaven's and God's and Mystical Experiences, you're wishy washy people, you don't face the facts. How can I face the Fact of Nothing, which is by definition Not a fact. You see?"