Gaaoui - Spiritual Opulence Lyrics

Ancient Kemetic beast, my nigga
I said, I say, I see, Auset in my family tree

Believe me, we conducted electricity
Creating the highest degrees of ways to be
And as high priests, we were the only to decree
And best believe these lower thieves tried to seize a piece

But in actuality they started their own decrease
By their deeds, spiritual thieves claiming ownership
Of something not theirs, will not be able to control the spirit that lies in there

It's just not energetically possible
Yet the flow is immortal in the eternal
And ethereally we experience all that our spirit sees
And the most high bestowingly calls
For the judgement to bring back the balance need

For the regaining of peace, regiments, I stigmata on
Assignments, to recall all that which you took from my family's paw. I was innocent and still I Am.

All in all, the bounty's tall, and you must fall
Into the dirty depths for which your mind created in a mess

You messed up, you get messed up, oh yes
Mess up, you can either fess up, or trust that your mess will one way or another be passed down
Further into the ground, for all of your poor, destitute and ill skill that burden your will

And what you leave in your will, will not well, but impel the well with holes, bored to always fall short
Just like your learning, humility will be your skill to dwell until your next lesson's revealed

Oh gosh, oh God, will you made it to that inside your human pod
Oh last, alas, do you know where to find an atlas
Or are we talking about practice
Or are we talking about madness

Or am I, going, I am, already gladness
Fabulous, fabulous, my opulence is dense
It is intense, Yah, it's just what was meant
It is bright, yes and higher than a kite
I do not fight, I allow, and take my bows

In not a crowd do I shroud, my inner beast come aloud
Come alive, ahmen in me, I breathe, freely
Ahhhhhh meeeeeeeee n

I am the son of the most high, 3/21
3:33, who am I

I was, sent here, but I've been here before
Implored from the gore to the glory and they shared my story

Orbs of lights frequent persistent in my periferall sights
And my hair curls into the shape of a 9, reflecting my incarnation time in all regards
We are not, far apart
I'm here, I came, I'm near

But in my own lane, anything less than that which is all, is a gross underestimate
I Am the best, init
You better cross-reference, the ankh really represents essence

You better not cry, but Christ was never alive
That spirit in me lies, the soul of Yahusha's comprise
You want to know the truth, can you even handle the news
My barometer feels you, and I always live above, so when a push comes to shove, I generate new love

Sliding in source course, my parents never divorced, and love me enough to allow you to see