I'm the one who sounds the battle horn when it's time to bring it on I'm Krsna on demon conch.
Now I'm sweeter then Bahgavad Gita No Sugar is sweeter then bradley's Santa ria,
or the taste of Stevia, you're not close I'm Roibos spitting 2 to the toy boys who want to battle
evolution well I've got the right resolution 2 b creative skip the sedative and live when you get you give
cyber tribe needs you to drop the front and get out from behind all screens view get spun like a yo yo
have fun keep it on the one,
beats, I have a few
4 me only the best will do
like Sven Vath and a Guy Named Gerald to name a few.
Cyphers are also ancient Poets of tribal culture
By the colors of drum jams I know that I am
able to rip tribal flows it's my nature
with more power than a manitoba Hydro dam
Don't confuse my dance moves for Shiva
I'm trippin balls like Krsna's friend Bishma
bring the Sun in my rhyme just to block it out
skills, I can knock it out
It's all I talk about
while I walk about
Then in my mind beyond logic and time my white shine while I smile in heaven, I'm back again I make sense like com Zach de la rocha would say it's the time to zoom zoom across the globe blessing mother fuckers tic, toc, what can I do but suffer? You can't have one without the other, I can't understand it backwards, play it forwards I know it goes good with this....these good times have got to go
the sound of my conch demons yo...
Arjuna would go to me like an Epiphany and he'd be torn, like kernals of corn off the cob with a turn of my knob
peace 2 my gurus
ya'll is loose drums, not tight on the truth the ninjas
have a hold of hiphop's blueprint and move in silence
with tribal science
and I'm hitting a high note my life is the antidote
RAW! I left the Mic composting and spit the seeds of raw creativity...RAW is my status as mic holder until its WAR!