By going off by themself for a long time, into the depths of the forest, or the heights of the mountain, and in that isolation, he comes in touch with a Domain of Consciousness which is known by all sorts of names, the Spirit World, the Ancestors, the Gods. Verse 1 Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud Ill clap and Applaud Yall slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Yall hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod Youre Just Another Trapped in the Pod If you never heard of me before listen My name is Beast One Tres to the double Three From Northeast My flow here we Go Yo ill give it to you Bestow Carry on the tradition of Hip Hop From long ago The Shadows are down Below Dont even know where to Start I studied movement of the Planet And Astrological Charts And Scoured Countless Sources of indispensable knowledge bases Still not a step Closer To even understand the Basics The Cell is the Basis of all Being, and Being is not something Into which we Come, but Out of which we Proceed. In popular language we say I came into this world, as if you came from somewhere else altogether, from outside, you dont, you come out of this world, just in the same way as the leaves come from the tree. Verse 2 Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud Ill clap and Applaud Yall slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Yall hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod Youre Just Another Trapped in the Pod As a living Organism I suffer and learn from Pain Through the Strain I Maintains Theres gain to Attain Please Refrain The same things mundane Use Your Brain Please retain Dont Stay Same So lame and constrained My Domain Attain fame retrain to obtain New Terrain My campaigns ordain to the slain Do Your Thing These plain Janes disdain the Profane I Sustain Obstain games Im Flame As Butane If you are aware of a Fate which you call Is, or Reality, or Life, this implies another state, or Isnt, or Illusion, or Unreality, or Nothingness, or Death. You cant know one without the other, its always going to come to an End. Verse 3 Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud Ill clap and Applaud Yall slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Yall hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod Youre Just Another Trapped in the Pod Everybody that you know and Love Will soon be dead My Music comes about By quoting voices in my Head Wait till the news of what Ive really Done Begins to spread They use the lessons that i left for Them To get ahead Dont matter what you really think it is Is Or what youve read Just, do the opposite Of what you think you know Instead Theres billions of the blind That live in bliss and been Misled Dont listen to the News Or believe ANYTHING thats Said It takes Nothing to have Something, because you wouldnt know Something was without Nothing. You wouldnt know what the Form is without the Background Space. You wouldnt be able to See anything unless there were nothing behind your eyes, now imagine yourself with aesthetical eye, you can see all around. Now whats in the Middle. See? Never Before Have you heard a rapper this raw Slaps to the Jaw You wacker rappers have to withdraw Surpassing the God The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod Disasters Abroad Your greedy bastard masters a fraud Ill clap and Applaud Yall slave for stinking cash in a wad His ass to the Sod The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud And Crack the Facade Yall hit the ground and flap like a cod A Slap then a Nod Youre Just Another Trapped in the Pod Death is Real, see. I dont indulge in wishful thinking. All you people who dream of an Afterlife and Heavens and Gods and Mystical Experiences, youre wishy washy people, you dont face the facts. How can I face the Fact of Nothing, which is by definition Not a fact. You see?
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