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letra de mystic crests. (homeostatic) - ash jetson

l e a g u e
know what we came to do
we blazin glue
smellin like unleaded & baby food
burn yo chest like you drank180 proof
n-gga stay in pocket
like a f-ckin baby kangaroo
you rappin over minor keys
we makin major moves
you cater to
the wave
boutta go extinct like a sabretooth
real understand real
so my n-ggas ain’t confused
you look like you takin multiple choice
and it go a to u
one option n-gga
sp-ce league be the greatest crew
had a’s in school
but id rather leave these stages bruised
live by the word of god
but f-ck these man created rules
makin hate ensue
even jesus was a pagan jew
so im a buddhist alchemist
that read egyptian texts
and follow words of christian sects
constantly gainin intellect
feelin the road i walk
and the path of fate intersect
seein myself in other races
and the different s-x
its the jetson
flyin in direct
route home, to orions belt
im from another realm
if you ain’t get it yet
you rockin gold pendants
boi, im dripped in mystic crests
thoughts in my head
manifest into crystal gems

its the jetson
flyin in direct
route home, to orions belt
im from another realm
if you ain’t get it yet
you rockin gold pendants
boi, im dripped in mystic crests
thoughts in my head
manifest into crystal gems

smokin a pack
till im homeostatic
the flows that you rappin
get broken to fractions
and blown with the ashes
goals im surp-ssin
chosen to go down this path
gettin blessed by the code of attraction
sociopathic tendencies
over by p-ssin heavenly
homeopathic remedies
know that im past my enemies
dopest snap on the melody
spoken crack and amphetamines
gold created from lead and speach
no sweatshirts
mage robe when i sesh purp
earl grey tea
sp-ce league
make the lead turn, gold
scrolls
from the dead sea in the wet dirt
in every ash excerpt
collector of the nectar
of gods
buildin up in my thoughts
and drippin into these lectures
ridin an antigravity sector 9
when i project the rhyme
been to the end of sp-ce
so i guess the only thing
left is time
and even that don’t exist
but instead of feelin hopelessness
im rollin this golden spliff
findin warmth in the cold abyss
cause what’s existence
when imagination
feels just as real
right after this pack im facin
talismans weighted
on my abdomen, hangin
from the back of the base
of the spine commandin the sp-ceship
the task of the ancients

- ash jetson

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