Altered States of Consciousness

It’s like when I enter altered states
I have to change until united
Cause I did come from a different way
Called jamaica where I discovered that I was less than my brother
So guess what? , we didn’t have to grow up
And live with one another
And then we hung and listen to the music
And the words that we sung oh yeah
I mean I even offered switch of tongue
It’s like music, chilling with the music
Yes, me a go take the music
And me a go choose it
Then me a go ooze it
Then play the flute with the drum and the bass
Where I keep the reg/hip-hop
Made me precipitate
Inside a purple state of frame of my lane so
I remain inside your brain like a pain
So sustain, my energy inside a woven piece of cloth
When I take a loss, I just cough from the lung to my tongue
And then I get with thee
Air from my nose, and take it to my kidneys
(Mondo)
Brothers bi-sexual, am I tri-sexual
If I think a brother’s ugly, am I homosexual
If I’m speaking on a subject, does it start when I begin
And what if I only like, women am I lesbian
Two entities, dwell me in what you bums is thinking?
My soul for the spirit, the maximum is sinking
For many with water, that distorted it
I order it, to stop and pick the thoughts
, to make a brother pop locks
If I have a right earring, in my ear
Am I a faggot?
When I get a dip to prove my manhood
Should I rag it?
If my hero gets hot, and I know that I can’t stand to be
Should the (unintelligible), pull the inner man in me
Portrude, let them know your coming through your (unintelligible)
Here comes the rhythm, want to search it for some mode
So I get off the subject, and there I go
Off on my own tangent
Stacey, where did my man went?
Where did they go, how did they get the flow?
And where’d they get it from?
Um, a hunting we will come
Deriving from the altered state of consciousness and thought
One day I’m leaving Babylon… AND TELL EM WHERE YA WALK !!!
Derive from the storm, they don’t know the wind (8x)
(Ve Da Vortex)
Now I’m off balance, losing equilibrium
Slipping in gaps of existence
Because my tongue lacks that discipline
So much persistence, I throw gravity
When I’m grabbing the mic
I’m blowing from the torsal cavity
Also, niggas dip and dap in raps
But few unravel, the brazen that we travel
Down the winding road
Find to the code to the next level
Vex the rhythm rebel
Slow down the earth, that is spinning
And begin it
Sliding from the womb with the microphone rhythm
Watch the sun rise from the bottom of the sea
But Jimmy Hendrix couldn’t see nothing but me
So pass me 1 mic, 2 mic, 3 mic, 4
Broke mic, smoke mic, two caught the floor
Rip the 5th one with my cyclone claw
Greetings I bring from Jah!!!
(Yodared)
I’ve arrived with my little stun gun
Here me when I come
Yodared one I fear none (on the drums)
But thou I can walk through the valley of the deep
I go deep (unintelligible) peak of the mountain top
Achieving levitation when I rock and quote
What’s the population of the altered state
Flowing from the mind cell, at an altered rate?
But wait!
The yellow man fellow got weird science forming an
Appliance to the cellar I debate
Call it little storm or little rain
Computing mathematics, in the addicts of the brain
I, be the dweller of the sea
The 7 that they be, referee the states of consciousness in me
I’m gonna be a wesson on the D, the (unintelligible) nor fell
Opening the levels of heaven and hell
Of this I reminisce, to genesis I tell
Be water my friend, a great friend once stated
But those who arose think my altered states’s a flake
Blowing in the wind, evaporating without out form
But they don’t know the wind, derives from the storm
But they don’t know the wind derives from the storm
Derive from the storm, they don’t know the wind (8x)