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Lyrics: 
Not gonna get stuck in a trap, these isotronich beats got you lookin' out back, 440hz got your chakra stuck in a frozen rift, your brain just got the luck to be fucked with a paradigm shift.

Free-masonic lineage runnin' my mind now I, connect the dots back to my native status, hold up my magic power got you needin' a breathin' apparatus, I'm at it again, but this time I'm back to myself, little me playing on a swing, that's me now, just took a second to breathe out, be still and understand what's been hurting the ill.
The brighter side of suffering is a muffling of yourself teaching a lesson to the best in being still, now I pass that message on to the rest of you without the thrill to kill just to kiss a bill.

Yeah, you really feel it, when life ain't the opposite of death, death is just taking a breath from the crest of the left, brain, mentality stuck in the referee mindset, laws and rules, walls and schools, where's my homie Thoth? We need to channel him back and unwire the programmed kids and light on fire the mental box, let them say I AM, stronger than a iron bar ferris wheel, I AM, harder than a cocaine cowboy glock carryin' man of steel, I AM, infinity stronger than anyone ever said to me.
I AM ME."

Lyrics are a very broad spectrum, touching quickly and lightly on subjects like implanted binaural beats in modern popular EDM, meant to throw off chakra harmony.
Understanding that disease is literally dis-ease within the body, that stress and self-inflicted depression destroys us.
Left-brain objectivity sub-conscious obsession, Thoth the Atlantean, and human empowerment being taken away from birth.
Enjoy!

We Are The Arch

***LYRICS BELOW***

Music is from Will Payton.
Song name: This Road
http://willpayton.bandcamp.com/track/this-road

Lyrics: "Welcome! To the imagination station where you will listen to the enlightened caucasion try to align both parts of our global nation without any real notation and this is just the orientation so sit back and take a sip of crystal clear hydration.

WE SPIN ON CLOCKWORK WHEELS, ALWAYS WITH THE URGE TO DIG OUR HEELS INTO THE GROUND.
OUR MINDS ALWAYS TAKING A THOUSAND POUNDS.

Intelligent design brings back the notion of our relative in kind, natural design part of the wrath of an impersonal god that will align, the molecular with the divine.
chained down with lockjaw, can't open my mouth for fear of a ridiculing pout from across the room, not wanting to hear what seems to be true,
World shattering, dimension battering, length, width, depth and duration all part of a cosmic operation. 
Respond, don't react, or you'll cause a quantum avalanche, frequency are a piece of me, auric vibes, you don't know are fusing with your genetic scribes, electro-magnetic jacobsens organ sniffing out fields of the spiritually meek.
Kundalini charges through my chakra like infinity, the symbol of divine trinity, when you're in my vicinity I get this affinity to become the doctor of divinity.
Lotus petals spin with every breath, wheels of light vibrating, waiting for death, choo choo we're off to the spiral clouds, on spinning circles, lifting us up through the power of creation through 4th dimensional manifestation.
A thought in the back of my head, his name is doubt, like a crouching tiger he waits to pounce, upon the weka-minded moments like every other individual has. trying to ruin my imagination, with addictive distractions, existing to stifle the power of our creation.
Be patient.

WE SPIN ON CLOCKWORK WHEELS, ALWAYS WITH THE URGE TO DIG OUR HEELS INTO THE GROUND.
OUR MINDS ALWAYS TAKING A THOUSAND POUNDS.

Look up there without a care, spinning backwards, looking for a soulful way out, intuition is our 6th sense, and seems like it makes sense, those moments of deja-vu and dreaming inside your head, while being brainwashed by PS2.
Clockwork wheels made of cogs and gears, everyone of you is a part of this machine, a player in a game you don't want to play at heart.
or maybe you do, and I'm not hear to judge someone who won't budge, unless they're told to with an authoritarian nudge.

WE SPIN ON CLOCKWORK WHEELS, ALWAYS WITH THE URGE TO DIG OUR HEELS INTO THE GROUND.
OUR MINDS ALWAYS TAKING A THOUSAND POUNDS....'"



We, The One

*****Lyrics below description*****
Beat is from www.krayzehot.com
They have some fantastic beats.

Lyrics: 
"For those, night after night takin' hourly ticks from the gong of time, not even capable to be at work for long, 3 kids, wise wits, makeup zits, man for them, irrovocably life is the pits.
Grateful to have had the luck, to have a loving mom who can afford a truck, got me outta a home with stress a carryon to life for my father where life was a mess.
This ain't a song meant to show off my distress, for there are those who have less.
But a spark in my forehead, I cannot forget, the glimpse I had into that life, it will stay with me, no regret, a memory, an incentive, to not be so pensive about those who lost their pension, turned to drugs for a release from the tension.

If we were free for a day, had no currency to pay, I would find my friends, clear a plot of land with no ends, put a soul in it and tie the threads. overthrow the corporations and get indoctrinated kids of the fuckin' meds, build bio homes with feather beds, imagine up a garden filled with fruit of the colour red, and vegetables that compost powerfully, to reuse the dead respectfully.

I mindfully mend my own body, realize we are all of the godly, memories of a painful life growing so foggy. This is what my higher god taught me, this god you see, is what I found, when I saught myself thoughtfully.

If we were free for a day, earth would transcend dimensions, the whole planet would see the debt sentence and rest in our own heavens.
The thought that style deserves respect is just a pile of bile, the kinda thought process we've been brainwashed into for a while, we're the test subjects for an ancient in cryogenic sleep, just a herd of genocidal sheep, we want to use thermonuclear bombs, because of some false-flag shit started in nam,
Supernova lyrical mastermind imploring yah
Go on a path with the least cover from our terranova, call me casanova
this backwards censorship convincing kids sex is everything and better than anything, physically to be true, but if only we had a clue about the spiritual connection caused by a man's erection.
Haha
Yeah funny isn't it, a scientific word now banished as comedic or insulant.
Though many of you may percieve my raps as a babies babbling, or angsty rambling, I just don't want to see a beautiful world collapsing, and all we can do is keep clasping to each other, awakened ones with unconditional love.
Open your arms, embrace what you see as dire and release yourself from the bonds of being a liar,, tear open your ribcage with plyers, lift up your heart to the sun and aqcuire a new fire that your higher self has had a long desire for, now you've enlightened yourself even higher than before"

Free For a Day

Heavily spiritual vocalist. (Singing, Rapping)
I say Spiritual, because it's easy to get the jist of.
I prefer not to be dropped in a category though, as I am constantly learning.
Hope you enjoy!

AtmaArchetype