Process from Cosmic Process by Graphic Melee

I wish you see could my thought process when I'm writing/ It's fightening/ no need to ignite it just to heighten/ the mental states that I'm in/ when I'm rhyming/ check my timing/ when I roam without a metronome just to break the silence/ My science exceed the physical mineral alliance/ walking with the universe. I'm looking down on giants/ and they're sizing?/ Ants from where I'm flying/ Answer to the question that you're trying/ to solve as I'm climbing/ the horizon/ First ray of the rising sun arriving/ is the vessel I am driving/ Complex like the DNA design/ I visualize in my mind when/ I realize one line in/ the legion I'm increasing/ piecing this secretion that I'm bleeding/ into frequencies shining like stars in the sky when/ night time slides in/ Moon slips in the silver lining/ Ability of seismic activity/ on foreign planets when line up and I dive in.

The world you can't see equates for more than nine-tenths/ of reality/ But your realities your salary/ and counting calories/ of abnormalities/ from GMO's to keep your pallet pleased/ Your foods a fallacy/ processed in factories/ Factor these in after we end/ what we begin/ See the ceasing/ of the human being/ deceased from diseases/ of the helix/ Won't even feel it/ The process is unreal it's/ how they'll phase us out/ over night food for thought to deal with.
This process is the realest/ Almost too much to deal with/ If they program what you're hearing,/ seeing, eating then you're feelings/ and thoughts will come next nearest/ Check what news stories get clearance/ then tell how many tell you who to fear based on appearance/ Endearing episodes/ it's never those/ Just a clever hoax/ to get you spending bread on what they said was best in show/ And I'm not jesting folks/ Just suggesting go/ find on your own/ who funds the shows/ that give you info/ they might have devious M.O.s

Process this lossless audio/ to give it lots of body so/ ungodly flows/ like these unfold/ for reasons/ that remain untold/ But what I do know/ is realer than Pluto/ as planet/ before they changed up the standard/ and said that it couldn't manage/ You say I sound outlandish/ til they processed you and handed/ down a sentence that's got you standing in the slammer stranded/ Working land while guards with hand canons/ scanning to clap the next man/ on the lam. Slavery to chain gangs check the master plan/ Or do what master said/ and still go catch one in the head/ Deceased, incarcerated, or brain dead/ The process has the stage set/ Game, set, and match was the arrangement/ Bill of rights burning nice. Flames lit/ Keep repealing the pages/ This process is outrageous/ enslaved for generations/ Try to find the truth about the past, but they erased it/ This here is just a taste. It/ goes deeper if you chase it/ My people pulling slave wages still locked in cages

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