Trippy Tyler - Sacred Raps lyrics

[Verse 1: Trippy Tyler] Raps like, sacred geometry, take this philosophy and use it like lumosity I'm, gettin' your thoughts rocketing, sought that it was possible to not conquer sovereignty, but, its not in me, to not cop that spot and seat, my plot is to blow minds go on a mental bombing spree If, you're not with me then you can get your chakras robbed for free, end up like Rob K you're out of shape with loss of energy I'm a f**in' entity, simply spitting a symphony, shape shiftin' through history, takin' away your misery By, makin' your brain waves infinity, the government is the mother f**in' public enemy Spittin' sh** you wouldn't see because the system hides it, but I can see why you can not see, these things like plum island, give you disease of lyme and I'm a scum ridin' dirty as a mother f**in' tyrant, anthrax writings, god damn that's violent, my plan is to change minds with my insight is kind of righteous, I'm right just, hear out what I'm writin', I know its kind of frightenin', thinkin' the truth is all lying keeping the youth close minded, that's why you blow by it, get so high that your soul gets so enlightened and you need new Dr. Scholl's for your gold Nike's, engulfing these bowls nightly, and hold in the smoke tightly, before you know it your flying like kites be, I, might be, higher than skies be, I see, icy, peaks of mountains behind be, I'm the, whitey, spittin' like who gon' sign me, its like I'm ready to blow but no one knows where that mine be Step on it, you would never reckon this, redneck raised, hip hop influenced child, would grown to reconcile the minds of people who debate on who hold the title for best white rhymer its Trippy Tyler, that's rippin' your vitals with vowels and, soundin' out vows to keeping his style wild now, bow down fore he smite crowds with what he write and type down, he might drown the mic in tight nouns and verbs sh**, any type of word that he splurge could murk your hype now so, just pipe down you soft as a mice sound or your wife's night gown that you found at my house, b**h, I go hard as the crimes in Chi town or 5 vials drippin' down your sly spinal, wheres the title, its mine now, and I promise that there ain't no mother f**in' mic down Mother f**er [Verse 2: Ak] Uh Every n***as gon' say that they different, They taking pictures, makes no difference if they catch you slippin Caught you at an angle, you dippin, can't play your position Went AWOL now homies the face of your new opposition They'll hunt you cause you eating now, They envy what you know, it troubles them you now know how Uh, Had inceptions on how to operate, These insecure n***as starving out here guarding they plates It's insane how I play the game, Its such a shame, won't respect the king but'll respect the reign, Inspect the chain, the Cuban links, The devil called but it's heavenly, Heaven Kings with smoke rings, It's so special You'll never understand the hustle, Never have to pa** up the n***as that's doing it better This the valley of the Kings flow, Secrets stored in closed doors with no keyholes, it's sacred