Conception of Concept - K Rino

Feeling good tonight baby

My stamina is high, haha

I don’t need no Viagra, no Cialis

All I need is concentration, inspiration

Deep meditation

Conceptualization

When a thoughts conceived and the concept’s born

The mission is to create a song far from the norm

Convey a phrase in the most unconventional ways

And lay as the instrumental repetitiously plays

In space I gaze till the creative antennas raise

Then the premise of the image I make takes center stage

Straight clarity when the mental clutter disintegrates

When it’s laid, I gotta say at times I’ve been amazed

In silence ‘cause chaos can block the process

Pulling topics from the gothic Cosmic Closet

Disorganized initially, eventually pin ‘em

Into a multisyllabic sentence with metaphors and similes

And it’s a cornucopia of utopian opium

And floating through the scope of a wide-open fallopian

Slipping from the cocoon, developed then enhanced

It flutters just like a butterfly and delicately lands like ahhhhh!

And it feels so good to me, yeah yeah

I think I need a glass of juice and something real sweet, yeah yeah

And it feels so good to me, yeah yeah

I think I need a glass of juice and something real sweet, yeah

Thought race that separates from physical trace

Words manifest themselves in a visual state

Written dreams and unimaginable lyrical schemes

Are convened and derived from empirical means

Let ‘em bloom until the sunlight strikes the Moon

Then zoom and move the middle of the night to noon

Quite similar to a womb, giving life to tombs

And cognitivity is released like balloons

Now my cranium’s a flaming ganglion

With concepts dangling in the brain, a perpetual chain of them

I drink from the class of every imminent passage

Of that blessing I possess unlimited access

I project through the black hole and beyond that

Think connect with another soul, mental contacts

Form in a line, it multiplies over time

And transcontinentally unifies many minds

But it starts as a form of an incomplete ladder

Abstract data giving birth to concrete matter

Then I add another wrung, confident and overwhelmed

As I go to other levels and metaphysical realms

I master ‘em with singular sequences

With tedious thinking and each new one I reach is deep as the previous

Total awareness of every compound that surrounds me

Below and above ground or up and down, see

Start studying and lead observationers crown me

With the ability to sound the expound profoundly

The creationists trace human behavior

The ways of the world, the understanding of nature

The greatness placed in everything by the Creator

Every phase of life is translated to paper

Racing through every category, every Segway

It ejects straight into hairs and impregnates like ahhhhh!

And it feels so good to me yeah yeah

I think I need a glass of juice and something real sweet, yeah yeah

And it feels so good to me, yeah yeah

I think I need a glass of juice and something real sweet, yeah