Eternalist with the journal the flow be so eternal
constant expansion is enhanced once i popped the kernel
my spirit bomb can't be disarmed once i drop it on ya
calm be the palm but it'll put you in line like a Conga
ammuntion is comprised of analytical fruition
holy crusade the mission to give you what you've been missin'
the opposition was disgusted once i decided to bust it
exotic rhymes grind my pole position and Mos lust it
oxidate ya state and leave your crown on the ground rusted
my musk is too tough broad shoulders stay dusted...
it's the Flow of Honor crest of chronic all on the armour
i bring the drama like the Dalai Lama as the karma creeps up on ya
under the influence of the divine aligned with space-time
observations of constellations will spark a dark mind...
check the footnotes in the margin and you'll get more then you bargain
references can't be found because Roman egos burnt the library down
some are afraid of the truth and wouldn't recognize it if it caved in their roof
heavy storms become the norm once the God performs the Word as proof
my Newtonian swing bring contenders to their knees
more muscle in my hustle force upon you my expertise
jumble puzzlin' pictures you can call the encrypted scriptures
fumble rhetoric of epics with a hieroglyphic mixture
richer then any reverend congregations crowd around the Mos renowned
fertile soil i toil fruits of labor found feeding those lost on hallowed ground
Shaman knowledge i lend with High interest to those in over their heads
smoke in the wind signal the peace of mind i'm trying to spread...
it's the Flow of Honor crest of chronic all on the armour
i bring the drama like the Dalai Lama as the karma creeps up on ya
under the influence of the divine aligned with space-time
observations of constellations will spark a dark mind...
my extremities molest topics that windex cloudy optics
put my honor on the line prowess over time you can't stop it
cosmonauts spot the geometry in the design
ratios though golden the beauty is hard to find
worldy distractions cause factions to contrive greedy transactions
only when the walls on the street are crashin' they start askin' forgiveness for their actions
grabbing the helm of my realm helps me steer with control the depths of my soul
with the devil's currency stuck to my sole i pay the Highway to heaven toll
goals accomplished would make hoarders look like minimalists
with a subliminal twist shoals you stand boarder's the abyss of my lyricalness
global warming was just a warning Son shine to some is untolerable
herds of icebergs surrender their might to the light of the Mos honorable....Flow of Honor.
