Warrior Poet from Maitreya by MC Pan
Tracklist
| 1. | Warrior Poet | 4:11 |
Lyrics
WARRIOR POET
[VERSE 1]
Sophia is a warrior poet
She’s the one who wrote it
Encoded
I opened the book and never closed it
Suddenly I’m floating
All my favorite lines, I’m quoting
Without an inkling of foreboding
Decoding coded language while I’m stroking
I leave my balls unloading
While galaxies are exploding
Thank God the system is eroding around me
After they drowned me, they crowned me
As long as they profoundly surround me with a boundary
Which has left me in a quandary
With a sexual prophecy
Unleashing the lunacy
Through contrary lines of poetry
Floating free
As a fairy through an estuary
On those wings I be carried
The Steward of Time, call me Terry
The legendary poet-tree
See how we fight
With every sentence that we write
That’s our birthright
To ghostwrite horror core
In the dead of night
[CHORUS x3]
The word, a blazing sword
A world torn, sheep shorn
Faces forlorn as they mourn
But we were born
With the ability to transform
[VERSE 2]
When we create, we aren’t playing God
God is playing us
So just trust
In this Universal Consciousness
Shakti got ya in the palm of her hand
As our feet make footprints in the sand
I’m glad that Life is grand and there’s nothing planned
That’s the way we ran into the band
So our awareness could expand
Into a land so deep within the pineal gland
That Eternity is a psychedelic trip
God squirting out the tip
As I board an airship
That’ll take me to the spaceship
I’m on this warship till my head splits
And I end up on a Space Cowboy starship
With a handful of stardust
We’ve only just barely scraped the crust
Up from the dust with lust
Waiting for the next thrust
I must adjust to stay robust
And make sure I don’t spontaneously combust
I hold the government in my palm
And it’s about to be crushed
In one puff
I say fuck having the right stuff
Have the wrong stuff
So I say enough
To the ones who want to play rough
And shoot films of snuff
The criminal psychopaths who run the world
Are the ones who end up in handcuffs
[CHORUS x3]
The word, a blazing sword
A world torn, sheep shorn
Faces forlorn as they mourn
But we were born
With the ability to transform
[VERSE 3]
I use the stage as a weapon
I loose the rage of the seven
Till the bliss of the transcendental anger
Makes us feel like we’re in heaven
Tantra is against any kind of repression
And celebrates any creative expression
This is our mission
Listen, till you get the essence of the lesson
Sometimes art is a confession
Come into my class, we’ll have a session
There’s not a question in creation
That can be answered by the intellectual
All they can do is ineffectual
Rely on the ritual of the mystical
Poetry is always spiritual
Trust yourself and do what is instinctual
My weapon is the alphabet
And vivid visuals
That makes me an aesthetic threat
My words are so intense they make you sweat
Don’t fret
Since we finally connect
Verses of the poet
Are ones you won’t forget
