Pine Comb Poem

The "C" of Tranquility

Canibus spit for infinity

I revolve with the Earth lyrically, uh

Yea ya'll wassup, The Ripper right here Can-I-Bus

Yo, yo

I rest alone in a cold cabin composed of stone from old agate

A sarcophagus filled with gold tablets

The archaeological dig-site

Excavated the bone matter of this unknown rapper

The blood of the Gorgon was used as the cure for the poison

The poison that destroyed his organs

His DNA was shaped like a series of sideways 8's

Space-time is converted to time-space

The soundwave signals looks like ocean tides when they ripple

He spit to precision instrumentals

Sidewinder rhymes hit you, split you

The target area surface was no wider than a nickel

Control Room simple... His chair was chiselled from quartz crystal

It gets so hot, his skin sizzle

He piloted the missile from a digital menu

Inside remote headgear he would put on to look into

By mastery of the mental he was able to see

What the past and future civilizations had been through

Acoustic imagery transmitted through the music and energy

When I'm spitting no distance can limit me

The gallery of my art was prefabricated and placed in a Ark

But grave robbers rip the pages apart

They got caught, whoever told me the secret is now dead

I cannot tell you or I will end up like them!

The meaning of these rhymes are dead to the modern day mind

Even if you hear this a thousand times

Because of this many have died

Your inner light will not shine if your Pineal gland is calcified

The silver cord is a metaphor for the will of the Lord

I was called to climb aboard and explore

That's when I saw the Tree of Life in the yard

The apples on the floor were gored to the core!

The coil spirals remind you, but be mindful

External experience reflects what's inside you

Inside us all, behind the wall

Inside your skull, but exposed in a song

AHHHHHH, I was struck in an electrical storm

The flesh on my left arm is scarred the mic's gone!