Thoughts of the Mystic
Third eye going ballistic
Rick James ain’t got shit on this
You tried to throw your hater-aide on me
And you missed
Dissed yourself
But I just keep on trolling
Sprinkle the keif of your knowledge on this blunt that I’m rolling
This reality we’re controlling
Molding
Into our human experience
Creations of clairvoyance
Troubled by my human annoyance
There’s a lot of dust I gotta shake off-a my chakras
As they’ve not been used a lot recently.
Such reason almost treason
As I let the world have its way with my brain for too long time
Deadening my sine frequency
To the next one
The hex done now that I’ve Woken
The knowledge has been spoken
And I’m no longer choking
On the smokescreen of distractions
Creations of Grand Faction
And I’m just like where in the fuck is the passion?
I come back to the place it all began, and I kinda see where it is.
Er well rather where it is not.
‘Tis not this spot, sadly.
I wanted it so badly
To love her madly
I suppose in some way I do,
Though I was made here, I was not meant for you
To consume
County of Coos, at first
It seems like everything is really chill
Everyone just keeping it trill
But for real:
Everyone moves slow
Because they don’t have anywhere to go.
They’re trapped in a four mile radius of their own reality
Own parameter of acceptable brainwave
I was once a slave to the
Deprave
Deprive
Depress
Decease
I release
The chains
But what remains
Is the ability to see with new light
But with the phantom pains of the steel that dug into my wrist
They persist
I resist.
Energy ventriloquist
Yeah, I’d be fucking pissed too.
But my Karma’s past due
I will not let my curses overtake me
I will not let a hater shake me
when I can make the earth quake
I
Spirit Bomb your ignorant argument
Tryna start shit
Imminent
But your stupid sign is way more prominent
Than you’d like to think, little sheep
Though I pray for you to awaken,
For your soul to be taken
Up to ascendance
True resplendence
And for you to bathe in the decadence
You have created.
-Koy
Koy The Artist 