by SCHOLAR
I got the Middle Pillar of the Etz Chayim, rockin' me!
And nicotine, with a double dose of caffeine...
I'm a trifecta of creative fluids and movement
I got the bruises to prove it.
I'm a movement without a unity.
Voices speakin' to me - Through boards ouiji -
Divine tongues-hung, while the pendulum swung...
Spun oracles...
Allegorical teachings -
communicate through beats and breaks...
Heavenly abodes. Blip and bleep like morse code...
Spirit pulse!
Comin' from the Tablet of Union.
Angelic rhetoric... Sends sentiments -
Like the pleas pleading from penitents...
And I scry water...
And see - like Caller I.D. -
But no numbers are comin'...
Just visions of runnin' emcees!
(Chorus)
Waves may swell, Storms may crash,
Swarming tsunamis steadily drop volcanic ash...
Flash floods and strong winds cause an avalanche...
But natural disasters can't match my rabid aftermath.
Know the pentagram - Of which you're in need and proceed -
To draw the lines even and so clean... I mean...
Your foundation is changin'
Whether you're ready to face it.
Cold and moist. Dry and hot.
Water and fire is not.
The only elements you've got:
Cold and dry earth... Dry and moist bursts of air...
Can fill the thirst first.
Spirit active or passive... the elements are massive...
When out of control -
The forces can roll or bowl over you.
Stand strong and say - Liber Librae -
It's the same in Golden Dawn called General Purific-a...
We can be the people who people can see their dreams through.
And we can command, under will, these elements chill.
(Chorus)
Waves may swell, Storms may crash,
Swarming tsunamis steadily drop volcanic ash...
Flash floods and strong winds cause an avalanche...
But natural disasters can't match my rabid aftermath.
I try to fight, but these elements bite back!
It's like I'm fighting a non-visible miserable villain
that's hidden and vigilant.
Cold hearted, dirty and diligent...
With a militant vein, I try to rein my brain in -
Overwhelmed and consumed, I dig deep and think we can -
Defeat this big demon...
Even in defence. I'm relieved - And think we can
Overcome all obstacles...
Melt them like popsicles...
This is the gos-e-pel.
Saint SCHOLAR like Solomon... Callin' men and all women!
This is the beginin' the brimmin' of certain imminence...
This is the revision arisen with all magnificence...
Grab your wand in hand and command with me the elements!
(Chorus)"Scholar" is probably the only rapper/occultist/Cirque-de-Soleil-clown in existence. You can find this song on his myspace page (there's some pulldown menu thing with a bunch of his other songs too). He's also got a lot of stuff on youtube, but not this song.
Waves may swell, Storms may crash,
Swarming tsunamis steadily drop volcanic ash...
Flash floods and strong winds cause an avalanche...
But natural disasters can't match my rabid aftermath.