Nom - Moksha lyrics

rate me

You cannot define in reference to other, external coordinates

You must define yourself internally, with your relationship with a higher entity

Think of yourself as a manifestation of some higher thing, some higher frequency

This is the visible realization and you know that because you can’t see atoms, can you?

You certainly can’t see the forces that hold the atoms together

There, in the micro quantum world, Richard, lie the answers to everything

We can’t understand it by our logical, rational minds but we feel it intuitively

My mind take a beating at a round table meeting

With an angel and a demon and the kush that I be stealing

See, I’m beaming, gleaming from cathartic release

Realizing I’m just a part of a piece, I found the artist in me

All on the beat till I fall on the street ‘cause I’m out with the fleet

And deep thinkers like the Harvard league

Niggas know we keep our third eye 20-20

Chilling with your honey bunny getting yummy tummy

And that’s even with my funny money

Just call it Chris Rock, this hip hop at its tip top

I’m selling sounds, zips out of zip locks

Just keep it running like I had a leak

Living my years like I had a week

So you never see me, the flow is Fiji

I be the fan among …

Pull Houdinies on the … wicked as Luigi

Out the crib while she watching TV

We them niggas, I know you must’ve heard, that’s put on

Crusaders for crouton, when do-gooders get do on

I’m too gone, what you on, I’m three kings, you two pawns

Your new paws get blue bars before you could ever fuck with the new gods

I vocalize, broke the ties to this smoking lot

And speak about what I’m seeing through these open eyes

‘Cause round the city niggas living in hell

Finding work from a digital scale or sitting in jail

And missing they bail, pray to God, know I’m wishing them well

And their story is the one I’m on a mission to tell

Get yourself in alignment with that stuff and you beam like the sun

Yeah, man

I rep for crack spitters, college kids and trap niggas

No love for snitches or the bitches who trap niggas

See the streets in quiet, where we live is a fucking riot

When heart is required ‘cause every day a life is expired

So fuck who’s the highest, we all children of the highest

Victims of politicians corrupt, political bias

In these days, my own memory is the enemy

And so we drown this misery inside a fifth of Hennessey

Tryna ease a strained brain, see, I start to feel a strange pain

Think the shit we did just to maintain

Learn to rhyme in ’99, that began the fucking timeline

That would later lead to my divine mind

I figured I would change the world on some Pac shit

In middle school I was writing hooks on my pop quiz

But now I’m here just tryna get in the game for spitting insane

And reminiscing on memory lane

And why y’all waiting for a person to fall

Shit, I’m just waiting for my curtain to call

And them same lil’ niggas that was dirty to y’all

Bout to prove you don’t need a fucking jersey to ball

Bout to prove you don’t need a fucking jersey to ball

This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground

That raw, rugged sound from the

This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground

That raw, rugged sound from the