Motion detectors round studio sessions
To check if my Hands haunted
Had my notebooks tested Performances questioned
Infrared filmed and recorded
Till the lens reflects Light
And the image distorts
The Stage fills with Colors from the Force of my aura
They catch chills ask if i can Ghost write for em
I do According to nature its part of my calling
I just pick words like flowers and they water my wallet
Flip verse for hours every night, in morning
Theres an endless supply for em
The Sky is my garden
Close my eyes, I See forms, and Reach for 'em
Pick beats for balance and put wardrobes on em mmmmmm
Verbal Graffiti your medulla component
From the Lotus position
Compositions fully Loaded
AZee-Lama they found my notebooks
And wondered who wrote em
I can't help it the Moors a poet
Its just part of my Culture
Dream weaver with allegiance to concrete shamans
Songs honored, properly guarded with Royalties on em
From the Kingdom of Thought
Bordered by the cycles of karma
Fine art, Universal Laws
And Purple Marijuana
You could call it a calling or Gift if you wanna
Know a better Oracle tapped into the corner
Call em
Snatch a comets out the Heavens and
Crash em into recordings
Pick Beats for Balance
And put wardrobes on em