john raps - moonlit nectarines

john raps - fountains

john raps - HORSEPOWER

Wattz - Have You Ever Had A Dream made the beat

https://soundcloud.com/wattzbeatz/have-you-ever-had-a-dream-wattz-trap-remix

John Raps To Wattz - Have You Ever Had A Dream

John Raps To Lowranger - Ooh

I stand on a tree branch amazed by the range with a 
staff and a talisman displayed to the rain.
Pray to the grey till the lights are in space, then
laugh at the flames and ash that it makes.

The staff is in place; it's arranged by the cave, with 
stones for the grave laced by aromatic sage. The 
stage is set up with dramatic intent, for the
animal pen. It's a fantastic event.
  
Wipe up the vile then burn the rag. I In-
hale all the smoke -- return the talisman.
The sun is low -- no concern for my life. 
Alert the observed and blur the sacrament 

Anxiety oozes in the eon of sludge. I am
centered then entered the dimension above by a
collection of drugs and the essence of sun. The
presence of one is the possession of none.

Johns Raps - Mountain Top Ritual REWRITE of 9-3

https://soundcloud.com/flawed-human-being
Made the beat

I spent 
ten years training in a clearing in the forest.
Surviving off of berries I foraged; I'm gorgeous -- 
Ash on the forehead; the thoughts are enormous. 
I flourish and stay strong even when the nights long.

My minds absent. Trans-
fixed in a landscape.
Vacant of thought, talking with hand shapes
and shifting the rocks. Trans-morphing 
a lay line, I'm lifting the base high;
Tranquility stay mine.

The earth quakes, and shelters are made.
Sego lilies painted on the walls of the temple's maze.
Weather lined face, wizened like a fruit stone.
You may now rest where the roots grow.

The earth quakes, and shelters are made.
Sego lilies painted on the walls of the temple's maze.
Weather lined face, wizened like a fruit stone.
...

The taste of salt drips off my mustache. I must fast.
Summon a friend. I'm riding on a Hump Back through
rough shod seas, inhaling icy gales; surrender to   
power of the whale.

We arrive fire side. The clouds are discolored. 
The sound of drums subdued; in the distance is thunder. 
I envision summer, then suddenly the sky parts; the 
moon shines through, now the weather is my heart.

The vision is massive -- it's prisms and havoc.
The forces are placid from the forces of magic.
Torpid and calmed, I walk among the palms,
lime washed stone, glows from my arms

The earth quakes, and shelters are made.
Sego lilies painted on the walls of the temple's maze.
Weather lined face, wizened like a fruit stone.
You may now rest where the moon shone.

The earth quakes, and shelters are made.
Sego lilies painted on the walls of the temple's maze.
Weather lined face, wizened like a fruit stone.

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