IAMNOBODI
Sacral Psychedelics
[Prelude: VxK]

(VxK speaking over Apollo Brown Instrumental)

Yea
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You ever notice how when you in a bad space
Like in a bad frame of mind
You can still see the beauty in the dungeon? (So to speak)
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And then sometimes you can have it great, like: have it really, really great but...
You see the holes in it
It's not what you would want...
It's not that full picture:
It's not that picture you see..?

[Verse 1: VxK]

Body of work for all my flex rappers
Revealing the soul of those I came after
Hunting beats, tryna gather my thoughts
D.M.T like; Dreams Manifest Things, of course
Is setting fire to a leaf really that much worse
Than cutting down trees, just to house my verse
Pop pills for the pain, remedies don't work?
Melodies drop science; they get rich off my work
But it's just paper, right? Light the stars out of sight
My body's a temple, the church empty inside
Still church in the streets, it'll be gone in a week
Is the food you feed your soul, genetically modified?
Light a bonfire in your mind like I'm bona fide
Peep the passion, the purpose, the fire hidden in his eyes
What matters is the God-Particle inside, I mean it
I got this aether flowing inside my mind

[Bridge: VxK]

Beyond the physical; spirtual
Lyrical
Praying for my prey before I slay is like a ritual
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Shamanic visual, the natural high is literal
Figures are figurative
Human condition; relative
[Hook: VxK]

Sacred Geometry, all these anomalies
Open mind, on a Psychedelic Odyssey

(x2)

[Verse 2: VxK]

This book of rhymes is for my backpackers...
Who read between the lines like and spare a thought after
I bet ya'all feel in your gut like some hard laughter
I'm still living my truth. Here's The Next Chapter
Not scared to feel
'cause that would mean that I am dead inside
Steady living my truth
That's how I know that I'm alive. I feel the energy
I'm wired and; connected, to the future. Like Tesla
And all these rappers; Edison
Instant gratification negates greatness
I'm not medicine, I am the cure...
To be blunt, ya'all like cigarettes:
Money, money, money but you kill soles
Say they sold their souls, truth be told
They just some lost souls...
Your feet never touch the earth like Jordans
Naked as the truth;
The clothe you cut from's important
[Bridge: VxK]

Beyond the physical; spirtual
Lyrical
Praying for my prey before I slay is like a ritual
-
Shamanic visual, the natural high is literal
Figures are figurative
Human condition; relative

[Hook: VxK]

Sacred Geometry, all these anomalies
Open mind, on a Psychedelic Odyssey

(x2)