Nom - Moksha lyrics

You cannot define in reference to other, external coordinates You must define yourself internally, with your relationship with a higher entity Think of yourself as a manifestation of some higher thing, some higher frequency This is the visible realization and you know that because you can't see atoms, can you? You certainly can't see the forces that hold the atoms together There, in the micro quantum world, Richard, lie the answers to everything We can't understand it by our logical, rational minds but we feel it intuitively My mind take a beating at a round table meeting With an angel and a demon and the kush that I be stealing See, I'm beaming, gleaming from cathartic release Realizing I'm just a part of a piece, I found the artist in me All on the beat till I fall on the street 'cause I'm out with the fleet And deep thinkers like the Harvard league n***as know we keep our third eye 20-20 Chilling with your honey bunny getting yummy tummy And that's even with my funny money sponsored links Just call it Chris Rock, this hip hop at its tip top I'm selling sounds, zips out of zip locks Just keep it running like I had a leak Living my years like I had a week So you never see me, the flow is Fiji I be the fan among ' Pull Houdinies on the ' wicked as Luigi Out the crib while she watching TV We them n***as, I know you must've heard, that's put on Crusaders for crouton, when do-gooders get do on I'm too gone, what you on, I'm three kings, you two pawns Your new paws get blue bars before you could ever f** with the new gods I vocalize, broke the ties to this smoking lot

And speak about what I'm seeing through these open eyes 'Cause round the city n***as living in hell Finding work from a digital scale or sitting in jail And missing they bail, pray to God, know I'm wishing them well And their story is the one I'm on a mission to tell Get yourself in alignment with that stuff and you beam like the sun Yeah, man I rep for crack spitters, college kids and trap n***as No love for snitches or the b**hes who trap n***as See the streets in quiet, where we live is a f**ing riot When heart is required 'cause every day a life is expired So f** who's the highest, we all children of the highest Victims of politicians corrupt, political bias In these days, my own memory is the enemy And so we drown this misery inside a fifth of Hennessey Tryna ease a strained brain, see, I start to feel a strange pain Think the sh** we did just to maintain Learn to rhyme in '99, that began the f**ing timeline That would later lead to my divine mind I figured I would change the world on some Pac sh** In middle school I was writing hooks on my pop quiz But now I'm here just tryna get in the game for spitting insane And reminiscing on memory lane And why y'all waiting for a person to fall sh**, I'm just waiting for my curtain to call And them same lil' n***as that was dirty to y'all Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground That raw, rugged sound from the This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground That raw, rugged sound from the