Sounds of a Samurai (feat. SLIM the Mistaken Him)

I have planned nothing
When you are perfectly free
To feel stuck or not stuck
Then you're unstuck
Because actually
Nothing can stick
On the real mind
And you will find this out if you watch
The flow of your thoughts
And it is from this connecting of thoughts
That we get the sensation that behind our thoughts
There is a thinker
Who controls them
And experiences them
Although the notion that there is a thinker
Is just one member in the stream of thoughts
Her mind was a weapon
Like a double edged sword
You could hear the sounds of a samurai
Every time she assumed form
Deflecting all (d)evils, shapeshifters, and weasels
Used her light to pierce through the dark like a needle
Lethal
Got bird's eye view
Like an eagle
Pineal dreams
DMT
Diving mentally into this stream of conscious
This is war with the machines
Use my third eye like a laser beam
To awake inside nature's dream
This life
This life ain't what it seems
This life
This life ain't what is seems
This life
His mind was a weapon
Like a double edged sword
You could hear the sounds of a samurai
Every time
He assumed form
Holdin' up a dagger like it might attack em in his sleep
He gathers light to only find he creates shadows
They say we're made of galaxies
Guess he feels like a black hole
If life is mathematics
Fuck balance
We tryna crack the code to this existence
Find the source where the data exits and enters
Its 2 am and i'm starin' at the sky
Tryna decipher heaven's encryption
If this don't go over ya head
Then it might just leave you headless
Cause when the mind is sharp
You can overthink until your head splits
I had friends
I had friends
Who didn't wanna die
But the demons in their head spoke lies
And said the grass is greener on the other suicide (Side)
Things i had survived that could've killed me
But anything that breaks me
Just rebuilds me
Anything that breaks me
Just rebuilds me
Anything that breaks me
Just rebuilds me
Hope my brother
Come and visit soon
Uh
Step out my comfort
Out my living room
Uh
Try to chip me
Think i'm picayune
Mississippi
You can miss me
Like you skip a tune
Don't skip a beat
When i hit the streets
No hop scotch
Heart rate got scotch tape
Like soft spot
Uh
Quick on feet
It's my year
How i leap
And i fear
No nigga or no peer
Hey nice sneaks
Uh
High seats like top notch
I fly here
Yuh
High priest
Like call shots
Like die here
Yuh
Chalk it up
Class in session
Talk too much
Less in confessions
No lies here
Yuh
A samurai
Cut the bread n' slice here
Yuh
Cause uncle sam
Pimpin becky wit' the nice hair
Yuh
Double wammy
Cause i'm seein' shit twice here
Yuh
Tried to scam me
Wanna check
Pay the price here
Yuh
You wanna bet
Cause the gamble is life here
Yuh
Really
You can get the illusion of it sticking
By for example
Cycling the same succession of thoughts over and over again