Lyrics
Yo
I don't live in three dimensions
I'm projecting through 11
Plus ascending to the heavens
With dissension through the nethers
Ever question my validity silly bitch
Battered beating these
Eating these souls
Seemingly seeking out victims
Listen
It's the gift given
Delivered through divine invention
Intention tending to tether together new depths of perception
A Peasant a king the same thing
Sing songs of praise to pay to homage to the cycle and ring
Through the ages
Sages shamans gurus
You remind of the babe
Who do?
You do
Turning your brain to moo shu
Stu Broo
Food for thought
Let your rage pave the way to see where you're caught
In the illusion the Maya and Lila
I see ya
Believe the tree of life's inside
And fuck try
Imma unify the nations
Of sick minds it's my time to heal the patients
Eat the apple and provide the message
Seeds of dissent sewn deep within the textures
Testing the threshold
Mesh with the tempo
Why so tense tho
Out of mind and let go
Out of mind and let go
Yeah
It's the
Nondenominational
Nominated amazing fool
Formulating forms for the fellowship of faceless
Face it it's basic the bass is beneath this
Preaching of thesis
That all of the pieces
Fit into the puzzle no muzzle can muffle the message
I meditate on my efforts
The effigy of identity dissolves
As I ascend to the heavenly realms
Where the plants align
My spirit's spiraling
Vibing into the rhythms of life
The visions of mind
Become a manifested truth
And the proofs in the rhyme
And if I gotta die for this
I'm going out with love
An army of angels swarm from above
That's another day
Hear what a brother say
I only covet ways
To uncover grace
Let no man put asunder
Til the day we are put under
Set no plans for a plunder
We're the source of the thunder
Eat the apple and provide the message
Seeds of dissent sewn deep within the textures
Testing the threshold
Mesh with the tempo
Why so tense tho
Out of mind and let go
Out of mind and let go
Out of mind and let go
Stu Brootal!
Future Funk Squad!
Staring at my crystal ball
I've been enlisted to give this
Myth to yall
Another misfit scripted
To flip the script swiftly
Sharpen ya pencils
Quiet up and listen
The visions bestowed
The truth to behold
I will hold as a torch to engulf the cold
With the flame of Olympus
The game is olympic
Acrobatic linguistics
With secrets encrypted...
Stuart Ludlow
O/B/O DistroKid