No Mud (Prod. By Brad Kemp) Video (MV)

Oh man, we're all ready at the end
The Art of Happiness
Syllable sensei
Running through your dojo like Netero
Wielding the syntax off the tips of my knuckles
I'm busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I'm
God
Body in a God Gundam, that's Domon Kasshu spitting Haikus
While, posed up like Kamina, my Kamikaze got you
Dancing in a mausoleum
Colosseum splitting them adversaries in defeat
I spit that, Last Poet
Cadence on that, Black Magic
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm
Forgetting your accolades when I'm steady grooving souls
In a city where, Black bodies hold, philosopher stones
Vagabond's the Oroku Saki, Muten Roshi
Urameshi spitting spirits over them caster shells
Dwelling on that Leyline
Alkahestry, shifting your history
Bringing that inner peace, or you'll leave in
Pieces, solar systems in my thesis
Thesis counting solar system requiems
Dreaming on an astral plane, slick thought in fragments
Word smith, Ozymandias cater the
Blast radius, radiant sword tongue gleam
Under the moonlight, kenjutsu in my insight
Foresight too complex for their metaphors
Morphogenesis in shapes past your concepts
Exodus enlightenment peace sounds eclectic
Mercenary of Astral Clocktowers, I'm watching
Those who watch the watchmen, bury guards in vinyl
Press my ashes in hymns, from now till infinity, it's
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty-four, strikes, I leave foes just breathless
So what's growth to your inner vision?
Outer wisdom counting on your proper prosper
Prosper glorious, your garden bloom through monsoons
A lotus reaching, from the mud to the, moon
Out of tune, out of reach, I seek things you can't see
A nameless king, wielding lightning in the right dreams, penning
Soul frequencies in the right key, unlock
Barriers of mind and spirit, I am the Griot
Orbiting celestial being, I am the Abbot who
Speaks in Morse code, I'm traveling Moors Gold
Babbling Bushido, while holding my soul's glow
No longer seeking key holes to see the world
A locksmith seeking cosmos to see the whole
Universal spectrum in my pen's serum
Disintegrate my circle for a tighter cypher
Ouroboros tongue, speaking for the sun
Speaker of the stars, coming undun
Unravel my weights like, Rock Lee
Tread lightly through nebula
The sage bleeds
Knowledge through the scholar who seek divine prophet
See through the sea of false prophets, I part it
Split dynasties in half, the last Jedi
See through your mind tricks when I speak the truth
An Alkahest who exists within the shift of paradigms
I climb, through astral charts, to shine
And smack the color blind, in hues, of rhythm and blues
Pursue, the rose aura
Dual wield psalms, like arms
My
Arms, like Guanyin
Hundred-type, ascending
In combat, my alms, be, Samurai Jack, just
Jacking for beats, I study ancient techniques
From on, the mountain's peak, an isolated beast, like
Trainer Red, command flames, with Charizard
Collapse chakras, hold fires like Avatar
Roku
Carefree like, Goku
Chapter Black Saga, defeat likes, of Shinobu
Successor of the Fist of the North Star
I'll shatter your whole frame, to maintain the golden status of
The Dragon Hermit
Dragon of the Midwest
Dragon Quarter lyricist, infernos in my penmanship, like
Makoto Shishio, secret swords, I blaze souls
Makoto, third strike, split heaven and insight
I move, with the density of a nimbus cloud
Somersaulting snap kicks, leave you unconscious
My poetry's deep, leave them drowning, in the flow
My poetry's deep, leave them drowning, in the flow
My poetry's deep, leave them drowning, in the flow
My poetry's deep, seek crowns
While cutting down rapper's with a guillotine leg drop
Figure four to the leg lock, figure eights, I figured my rhymes
Equivalent to Goku's potential left crews fragile
Like Glass Menagerie, actual artifacts, sniper shots
From the Almanac, brotha, it's crunch time
Pit of Lazarus, half hazardous, heaven sent
Half evanescent, Freakzoid, pair of noise
Mind, mobilizing like the Megazord
Plasma sword, beam saber equipped to the hilt
That's one cut and one kill
Slicker rhythms when I breeze through and bless the system
Systematically Static Shocking the stereo systems
Have them listen through the whispers of these metaphors
Sharpen my syllables on the skulls of my opponents, God
I be that
Sleeping Dragon of the Terra Godz, going live
Flying high, rocking them scars, from my knuckles to the sky
ONSOL attacking the scene from the blind side
Scheming on these demons, moving through the universe
Half a bar from Vagabond, slaughter your whole catalog
Sweeping metaphors to a four-four signature
Power level tearing scouters asunder
Wonder, how I walk with skies, like Ankin, my
Etymology's slaying frequencies
Hitokiri getting groovy on the astral plane
Wildin'
Out on nebula, to unlock my chakra
I'm piecing realities, on the breath of my synergy
I Conjure, limitless, spells
I drown, lyricist, well
A black, miracle, dwells
Beyond, infinite, cells
I broke free, to see, the whole tapestry
Two verses ain't enough for my poetry
Twin dragon dragging chariots from heaven
I'm warring with puppeteers
Cut strings, like Zaheer
I peer, Byakugan
Explode, like Bakugo
A legend who, unfolds
On the Dead Emcee Scrolls
I'm
Unraveling time and space, travel through minds, I chase
Babylon, and, Pure Lands
Diary of
A Black Buddha writing sutras on these instrumentals
A Black Boy, found, naps in the pen and pencils
A Black Man
Crack, Tooth, Smile
Shattering the
Dichotomy, of the industry, they said that
"Lyrics are dead," while I bench press that motherf*cker
Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial prowess of Demon Back, Yujiro
Iron Finger Roaring Demons Wailing in my Fist
Berserker Guts, swing, bastard sword in Eclipse
Akuma ready with that Shun
Go
Ku
Satsu
Tokido holding that E
VO
Lution focus
Im
Pact
From air, like
Initial Lotus
I
Keep, the rhyme, timeless
Stylin', like Rakim
Pumping up the volume
Transmute, break beats
To
Diasporic
Drum woven path
Clad
In dragon scale
Ash bristle crown
Praise
Sun warrior, Sun Tzu in the tactics
Wait
Nara covenant, Shikamaru the strategy
Fate
Found reason, under a moonlit kingdom to
Knight me in stardust, I manifest
Seeds that I've sown through Buddha text, I resurrect
Epitaph of Twilight, Midna in my subtext
Linking all my wisdom to halt, the cataclysm
Speaker for the Dead, who writes, through solar systems
Raphael Saadiq, my Neo-Soul in Blues
Raphael the hues, the mic, handled like Sais
Maharaja Maurice, penetrating the streets
Pouring 40s on boulevard, an ancient ritual
I mobilize my Gundam to bloom
I'm Domon Kasshu shocking heaven under the moon
My burning finger reaching past the sky line
Outlaw, to the Leyline
Unboxed thought
Untethered from the earth
Weightless with the verse
Tao
Pai Pai
Mercenary
Wise from the Monastery
Heavy tongue unravel the
Context before hopping into combat
My content, indents a, cerebral cortex
I vortex twin text, give'em, rigo mortis
More complex than, I don't know, Rick & Morty
I'm more complex than the eye, of Agamotto
A Master of Mystic Arts, the mystics of my heart
Is Alchemy in the spark, of a dying stars, I halt comets
Tectonic shifting Toph
Vibrating on a higher
Plane of existence, my thoughts lift
Juggernaut
Through ceilings and quench flames of Phoenix
Foot dive to victory
Rage quit when I enter, like
Ta - Ma - Negi
Sensei
Successor to the Iron Fist here
So make - way
Flight through Snake Way
Gate
Less
Door
Ways
Search/ing
For
Space
For my mind to take root, so
What's knowledge in an open cipher?
Patient penning stories of a lone Ronin
Love melancholy, write past tense
In my last, life time
I probably played the keys, or was a
Child soldier with a Cheshire smile
Reminiscing of, the day, that war became peace
Found my inner peace, with robes, a canvas of orange
Aura pouring teachings from the Pure Lands
Soaring
To abodes of celestial modes
Soundtracked, by Modal Souls
In light, I behold
The shadow of self doubt
Castaway the fear, to view the truth, clear
Recalling memories, of my Avatar Cycle
Black genetics got me speaking with my ancestors
Revolution got me fighting for Utopia
Black skin is not, synonymous with sin
But
Nigga's dying for less
I mean, my Negus is blessed
Baoding balls for stress
Documenting the era as best as we can
Last thirty-eight, reflecting on an Obelisk
A humble Arhat dwelling in, wellsprings
Etheric body calling me, from an astral dream
Sancta Sanctorum scribing sacred folds, in the space
Iconography depicting dragons in my hiero
Glyphs
I
Glimpse
Through
Arrays of
Flowers on
Silk Road
Transmission, on a mission for the wheel of Dharma
Cosmic order balance karma in, each step
Kama sutra align
Virtuous and grace
Curtain calls, for all clowns
Keep my record spinning when my
Soul's in passing
No Dragon Balls are needed for the refrain
Maintain my ideals, despite all the pain
So what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
Bloodied knuckles crack
Glass
Tempered breathing
I'm climbing through the dirt to reach my aspirations
Affirmations counting mantras in my altitude
Preserve, interludes, studying the groove
Merchant of the Mask, display all your faces
Read Trigrams, to know, all my placements
Facets, of self love, elevating your palate
Introspective rhetoric, dive deep to open
Chakras
Break Fallacies
And your ignorance
A cold vocalist, whose, floating in the warmth of Jazz
Unraveling the sea, of my ocean's being
Unravel clarity of Elysian
I'm Blacker than the middle of a dying star
Shine like treasures of a dynasty
Adorned in, knowledge of self
And
Wrapped in the fabric of moon beams
Don't let their actions, phase my goodness
I found righteousness, in, common sense, so
Any utterance unaimed
Will be disclaimed
That's countless
Rappers
Slain
Any utterance unaimed
Will be disclaimed
That's countless
Rappers
Slain
The essence of our practice can be described as transforming suffering into happiness
It's not a complicated practice, but requires us to cultivate mindfulness, concentration, and insight
It requires first of all that we come home to ourselves, that we make peace with our suffering
Treating it tenderly, and looking deeply at the roots of our pain
It requires that we let go of useless, unnecessary sufferings
Release the second arrow, and take a closer look at our idea of happiness
Finally, it requires that we nourish happiness daily, with acknowledgment
Understanding, and compassion for ourselves and for those around us
We offer these practices to ourselves, to our loved ones, and to the larger community
This is the art of suffering and the art of happiness
With each breath, we ease suffering and generate joy
With each step, the flower of insight blooms