stream of consciousness: the prophet

i man mics like moses, swarms, rhymes like locusts, purified the tribes of idol rap-styles tha's bogus, hopeless in a desert still i find the mind's oasis, the basics, truth-and-wisdom banging when the bass hits, focused on the future, write an opus like the buddha, see me float up on the lotus and internalize a sutra, meditating, mind readymade for rhyme disposal, penetrating i'm, venerated like the chosen, i'm golden, midas touched cobra clutched crowd erupts, rappers-turned-soda-pop left drunken monks sobered up, known to cuss, known to buss glocks on the blocks i rush, grabbed so many microphones you thought i'z doctor octopus, murderous, versus i be killin em willingly, jackin rhythms that's feeling me, made em ill with the villainy, still the spirit is telling me, use the skill as a remedy, it better be energy, bled on hip hop epiphany