CHINSAKU - Tachimachizuki / Where Dragons Dream (Pt. 2) lyrics

[Chorus x1] Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals Universe unfolds in parallel stories So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities [Verse I] All Black, lyrical combat / power ranger Black magic catalyst, melanin black excellence I'm black like Bobby Timmons on the keys Thelonious drifting on a Monk's dream, weaving Art Blakey Percussions off the stars / drumming Stardust from the cosmos, that's nebula from the cranium / Xavier to Martin Luther King Malcolm, Magneto, wielding the (e)X/caliber My caliber is Soul stuttering in the astral plane Waltz beneath the heavens, I'm dwelling between Past memories, where dragons dream My string theory is caught in a celestial body Woven tapestries in a multitude of hues Masamune blade carried in the moonlight's groove Just a Vagabond holding flowers for Algernon Moving on, cuz I'm steady on that Black Power / Ranger [Chorus x2] Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals Universe unfolds in parallel stories So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities [Verse II] Black Sheep(s) and battle raps Metaphors and meteors, adorn The style when I hit the groove Sooth souls with moves that glisten like moons Eclipsing the tongue with [Huh], funkadelic rhetoric Imbedded in the sunset, Sun Flower Samurai, I be that G-child From the fortress of Wind Ascend, to cleanse pens. Descend, to blow minds Defined, in jam sessions or the lessons of the sky Sky be our epitaph, untapped by the matrix Vortex of wisdom injected in Twilight, pre-tense to the Princess Offset to the stardust, combust when I bust knowledge Meditation in the relation of the universe Falling comets in the karma of Majora's mask Link liberating light within the shadow of our spoken word Wielding spoken swords, sparking some insight, like "Yo, ain't that—?” [Chorus x2] Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals Universe unfolds in parallel stories So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities [Bridge] So we can breathe (x8) [Outro] So yeah you / you in the back, you can come too As we search, through my memories, breaking clear From fallacies / Battling he, the Yin and Yang In the mirror / Cleaning the attic, within my mind Until my vision is clearer