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Crafted by unearthly mind
Object of celestial design

Beneath the bright shell
Enshrined within its sealed core
Heretofore dormant
Lie still encapsulated

generating dead.

It is the mighty artifact and ancient,
Set down to us by the celestial hand.
It gives us life after the death, be patient,
And opens mouth

murdered
Distant gives life and maintains order
The strangest celestial object ever know
Its inmmense gravity bounes radiation

Nothing can scape of him

Alien, alien
Alien, alien
Ah
Switch yo, switch yo attitude, going up this latitude, you can hit this altitude
Yuh, yuh, yuh
I’m on a mission. Not

For ten thousand years have I roamed across Cosmos
Yeah! I have
Me? A celestial body, similar to nothing
An organ, sized like a smallish planet
With

For ten thousand years have I roamed across Cosmos
Yeah! I have
Me? A celestial body, similar to nothing
An organ, sized like a smallish planet
With

cover! their orbits say

Raise your gaze towards the sky, Celestial bodies in your sight
Cut on the coil, riding the light, Haze in the league of the night

A person is a planet
Celestial object
Each celestial object is in a different point in space and time but
That means nothing

feel so free while your heart is bound
And why does its latitude feel like
Imprisonment

Where is he coming from, where is he going to
How is it possible

Ratatouille
(Um) Climbing this shit like ladders do (Climb)
She got a attitude (Why?)
These niggas not on our latitude (Climb!)
Clip long as a... (Woo!)
Dick

than, The madness waiting
Beyond bonkers, Murder state, Sponsored
Hate co-opted
Holding us hostage
Branch out
Passed, Satellites, And celestial objects

the celestial, shot through a sexual
Terristical, testicle vessel, small as a decimal where I nestle
Nine months later, special delivery, the killah p-r-i-e-s-t

of celestial collisions in a dark matter expansion growing into a universal oblivion.

In the end of this crucible the spaces between the dimensions will consume

What's the root of all this evil?
Before objects with undisclosed value ran the race of people
Patiently wait on the sequel
Draw out my world, ease

the echoes of objects from parallel universes
Could we compose a symphony using only the sounds produced by the movement of celestial bodies
Are you okay
You

Motive is misconstrued
Pleading with gratitude
Celestial latitude
In a kinetic tide
Particles energized
Speeding into the night
Atoms as we collide

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

Time Capsule

Illogic

Celestial Clockwork

can't see through this cloud
Wish I could say these bunk Samaritans boogied to make you proud

Spawned a thousand grand objects dot daughters
But

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

All objects
Things
What have you are what they are
Including human life and existence

We of the human species
As true animals
And the clever ruler

compromised

Constellations, light-years away
Burning gas clouds, my hemisphere
All I wanted was to walk across the sky
Celestial objects, this is where I die
I

I am a deserter, I am lost, I cannot fight on because I object
My panic is real though my premise is not
I don't have a pulse but I'll take yours

Ev'ry lumpy rocky bit
Any itty-bitty shitty planet
Each little uninhabitable object
On an elliptical orbit
Ev'ry celestial single one
Drawing distant

Often times we as humans spend our lives obsessing over material objects
Meanwhile we overlook the fact that we ourselves are comprised of materials