Dy Lan Spits Hot Fire

Never ever dull your shine
I been telling you all this time
Wisdom relegated to this rhyme
So you can understand what I been saying

Praying for your sanity
Inside outside reality
Yeah it's a future prophecy
That's been written so let it be

Change the rhythm up with the mindset
To concepts blessed by progress
Salacious the vibrating, convoluting, trendsetting

Piece of picture perfect products
Meant to over look the Prophets
With the profits of the Black
Systematically intact

Since the days of running through Galilee
With your homeboys six times three
There many more if you think about it
Close your eyes and dream about it

Flex through the ether
Skip the line
You no have to wait
I've seen the finality enshrined
In a paradise defined by the actions of the proud

No it ain't up in the clouds
It's right here
On solid ground

So you can reach it if you found the treasure
Hidden locked away
Til we reach a certain day

Maybe earlier some way
If the magic words you say
Like abracadabra, hocus pocus
Finally you need to focus

Hit it from the back
No I don't mean it like that, kinda
Kidding, what I mean
Is a mystery that's seen
By your medulla consciously
Representing mystically

But it's much simpler than that
Cuz this really is a fact
That's been forgotten, never told
Reaching the point that's solid gold

Buried by centuries of lies
From a multitude of bedtime stories
Made to shroud the true born glory
Of your noble right

Cuz you're made of solid light
Borne in brightness of the night
Bumpin' the bass of Aces high
No need to smoke, it's naturalized