Secrets of the Path - Yugen Blakrok

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