
“Baraka… calling Earth…
Do not adjust your pineal gland...
I repeat… the dolphins are listening…”
(Echo: listening… listening…)

Mimon’s eyes wide — like quantum moons,
He rides on vibes through living rooms.
Wearing jackets made of coded truth,
Shouting facts from a cursed phone booth.
Hands in the air, geometry flies,
He sees the beams — we blink our eyes.
No school, no rules, just pure Baraka,
Speaking backwards through a chakrablaster.
🌀 
🌌 
🔊 Zzzhhhh… decode the static
🗣️ “The pyramids are WiFi towers for angels!”
🎛️ Tape-stop stutter: An–gel–gel–gel–gel…

🌀 Miiiiiimon… Barakaaa…
Lives in your fridge… reads your aura.
He don’t walk — he floats in grooves,
Dances with ghosts in gamma moves.
🎤 Barakaaaa… Miiiiiimon…
Talks to dogs in dial tone.
Speaks in code, eats light,
Dreams in dub, and rants all night.
(Echo: all night… night… night…)

He paints his teeth with lunar cream,
Chats with chairs and splits your dreams.
One sock on, the other’s a clue,
He might be real… or just part of you.
He calls the pope a clone from space,
Licks a plug to feel God’s face.
Baraka’s truth: ten levels deep,
He sold his shadow — it won’t sleep.
🧠 (Echoes: "won’t sleep… deep… beep… sheep...")

Turn the mirror — change your name.
Baraka knows the astral game.
Salt in his pocket, time in his hat —
Reality? He’s not into that.

Miiiiimon… Barakaaa…
Part prophet, part banana.
Broadcast live from your TV dreams,
Plugged to truth via laser beams.
🎤 Miiiiimon…
Baraka’s groove — can’t be undone.
He’s not mad — you’re just too sane.
Ride this dub… and join the plane.
(Echo loop: plane… plane… Baraka train…)

“This was not a song.
It was a message…
decoded in rhythm.
Baraka… OUT.”
(Tape rewind and click.)

Baraka Broadcast (from the 8th Zone)

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