Kalki - Kalakin King lyrics

Om BiswaGuru KalkiRâma Sudarshana Hare Hare GadâPadma ShankhaShyâma RâmaKrishna Hare Hare (Kalki mahamantra) I meet with flocks of souls in the Galapagos When I'm speaking there's drops of gold in my esophagus Your preachers blot your souls & it's preposterous I glow like phosphorous ignited Mic fighting Titan likened to lycans Spliced with the Light's might & the Night's brightness Slice like a hyphen, spite what you're writing If you're righteously spiting the likeness of sages, Devas or Devis I don't know what your prophet told you Truthfully, but I know that I drop golden blueprints Like the Giza plateau, My script is a black hole But when I spit it's a quasar, Listen & laugh soulfully We existed as rays cosmic, Glistened & made stars That bathed planets, I stay famished when I write Vanish into the Night of the beat Brandish Light when I speak The mic is my beacon, There's no blighting my teachings My Life cycle's the least of your concerns I might fight with the Beast till it burns Or reach it till it yearns, Then teach it till it learns... Bless it with the ashes of Shiva's urns My progression's math is a speechless sermon I'm a bleak wordsmith, Reap whirlwinds of the Earth's gifts Sow what I've been nursed with, Golden pearls gifted With a purpose mystic, Half of the world's listless The other half is surly misfits Burrowed in the imprints of their lineage I'm logarithmic to linear progress Their God is wicked this millennium, My Goddess is exquisite Like this compendium Of Gnostic writs I'm a mosh pit kid, So watch where you're walking Watch when you're talking My spit hits you like frost in autumn We walk in Sodom, Gawk at horrors, Watch for them You ought not to be a part of them Pardon my oddity, I'm far from godly But when I spar With pa**ive hatred My nahdis activate, God body with the mask of Satan My madness & wrath adjacent In the calm water I laugh & wade My path was paved By activists & slaves If you have to misbehave, Be a Trickster Better yet, Be an elixir of Wisdom Gifts that glitter Are plastic these days Mix with misfits & trick statistics Who knows what the future is made of If its nuisance your crave, Let truth be your savior Who cares about fractions of a second of pleasurable instants Basking in your essence is an immeasurable instance Revel in the distance traveled by your spirit I battle & sear this in your chest Tatted in the appearance of a blessed lotus Stretching & unfolding From an etching of Ohm I'm blessing your dome With a celestial poem A message known only in tones superhuman In a stupor soothing, Roaming in zones with druids' ruins I hone your components With boons runic Blue hued & moody in a blue tunic Abstinent like a true eunuch You move units, My platoon's movement's Fluid like dew lunar or absinthe brewed truly Rooted like sadhu rulers, Kalakin king Potent like maha ginseng Flow through your body, Quote & sing hymns Glowing with prana, Bring you to godly dimensions Squash your pretensions As you quaff this nectar Like Thoth's lectures Quell your tensions, Dispel your dissensions I've unveiled the entrance to tales unmentioned Lest you of testosterone & bless you with estrogen Etch akashic omens like vestal messengers Flow testaments with no precedent Glow effortless like golden writs in the Dark Scripted in Noah's ark with Ziuzudra through Enki You glimpse with this the Rudras' densities Linguistic mudras' intensity Exquisitely viewed, true veteran Witness the Blue Buddha of Medicine Namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru Vaidūrya prabharājāya Tathāgatāya arhate Samyak sambuddhāya tadyathā: Oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye Bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā (Buddha of Medicine mantra [Bhaisajyaguru])