Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 2. The Picture of Mind |

i can't be palm read hypnotized a psychic sees encryption

aztecs, mayans, egyptians pictures would inspire all the writtens

world known heiroglyphics mixed wit chinese and african

siamese twin thought mixed wit lime weed and massive gin

in a matrix sequence at light speed wit a passin wind

is how you read my mind wit flower seeds as the rapture spins

so new growth is present in a future prophecy of death

along wit eternal life in hypothesis or a mockery of sex

my philosophies in step wit a conscious me adepth, to the vision

no nonsense schemes locked in dreams, wit no respect for your wisdom

yo in jest you're relivin what was orally told and hated greatly

should you make a supposition of why many hoes are made so shapely

or why the tasteties matter is what is worst for your physical

why people who make movie residuals give thoughts so subliminal

can't understand it, it's not to be but analyzed and fantasized

i tantalize your wit so as not to magnify your manish pride

should one man decide or better yet should we all stand aside

while famine flies in a land that cries while most man will lie

aside and out their mouth, both sides with thoughts of clout

while most hide so nauseus sprout stomachs coughin out

shout, no mystery why i'm granted greatness in the spoken tongue

to confuse a man like opened rum as i breathe through an open lung

and give life to your hopin son, who deem life is a smokin gun

in the projects where he can see life through his hopin son's eyes

i open some eyes and close others for a tears as i'm closin on the year

the potion is smokin raisin the ocean as i'm foldin on the rear

events that are left in my wake, redressed breathe a breath of escape

i seen it all from the first step to my fate got my weapon in face

not one essence replaced since my inception in grace

no tall order in the life of me

my thoughts are more priceless than a priceless ring can't be read psychologically

no worldly hypothesis can define how thermal viscosity

burns up so fast when i rhyme thru wit out a velocity

to me there's no reciprocity walkin on earth

or no man chalked on the cement or botched in the dirt

because i surmise and strategize wit an authority bestowed

primal's the name so there's no point to say arguably of old

For Uncharted Terrain

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records