Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Secrets of the Path, artist - Yugen Blakrok. Album song Return of the Astro - Goth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: iapetus
Song language: English
Secrets of the Path |
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don’t corrupt I |
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni |
Feels like I’m chasing tracers |
Focus faded… |
In my hand I possess the knowledge of a sweet new way into the Secret Element, |
fires fade |
Upon the altar where godheads are displayed |
Eternal rapture of the soul incarnates with no stains |
I am The Cloudy Daughter — center of the storm, rising outta swirling water |
My stature will surpass the stars |
Venus of the mist whose light can be seen from afar |
Burns eternal like the battle of Seth and Ra |
But these blue wings will carry I into the Essence of All |
We were heroes, long ago, before the legends of the fall |
Building temples in the sky, rising high above nine |
To fight alike, spears sharper than stalagmites |
Gaining access to cosmic divine methods |
Cause none dare to question the might of Akasha’s records |
Spirit guides join forces as we come undone, become one |
The mystic Number of the Sun |
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don’t corrupt I |
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni |
Feel like I’m chasing tracers |
Focus faded, tryina outrun the ticking of these heart paces |
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don’t corrupt I |
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni |
Feel like I’m chasing tracers |
Focus faded, focus faded |
What kinda ism is this? |
We’re like light thru a prism before the schism is killed |
In the prison of sleep… I keep rhyming through bars, lucid dreaming |
Heard that love’s brighter from the outside, believe it |
This morning when life woke up, I dove back down into slumber |
Cuz in-between realities, there’s glitches when I stutter |
Sleep-talking formula with in-breath |
Exhale solutions, scientist in me is inbred |
My language traps the tongue — caught in diction mazes lost for days — in hazy |
blazes |
While fiery words transcend these mortal planes |
My verbal play’s like smoke signals, home of the braves |
And wild style thoughts can spray when the clouds spell riverclay |
Psycho-analyst type in-between-the-lines reader |
Deciphering codes beneath the eyelids as a dreamer |
Diving deeper into abstract, non-conformity |
My realest self’s created thru celestial artistry |
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don’t corrupt I |
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni |
Feel like I’m chasing tracers |
Focus faded, tryina outrun the ticking of these heart paces |
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don’t corrupt I |
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni |
Feel like I’m chasing tracers |
Focus faded, focus faded |