Aged Testo

I’m illuminated from the floor lights like the statues of a black Israelite man of war knight
I crouch and pick up some [?] and put it inside my pouch
Then I’m blindfolded for the sword fight, but my senses are keen as I unearth fluorite for foresight
My sentence to their king, “after I destroy your nine soldiers, I’m coming after your life”
I saw it in a dream, you must pay the Lord’s price
He thought twice, he told his soldiers to hold, but they draw knives, too late
Then I asked him, “what was the reward like?”
I hope you got fatter then your children and your whore wife
His soldiers just couldn’t stand it as their grip got more tight
And I’m just hearing, my diamond earrings, as they try to step light, they’re nearing Their king’s voice interfering, “hold, hold”
But I’m at peace, I’m one with my technique
When my index connect to my thumbs, I let my intellect speak
I smile, my position switch, one step was offbeat
Their king said, “stop, stop,” he knows I’m calm but deadly
My Torah aura, [?], iron Islamic kick, my Kabbalah claw grip
Y’all still study under the Catholic catfish
Now witness my seven chakras while the copper twist
My birthstones earth-tone
Echoes as my Hindu hammer hits
Sit like the Buddhists
Hermetically hearing the hiss of the caduceus
Serpents close to my ears like medusas
My southern supreme mathematics praying mantis
All one hundred and twenty forms under thunderstorms
Pushups on my thumbs are strong
I read from the bronze books of Psalms
After I finished I took up arms
I held the bomb after I moisten my hand cells with balm or coconut gel
I use the shell to puree ginger for ginger ale They call me [?]
When they enter my temple, different incense smells
I made my way to his palace using different trails
I hid behind a wishing-well
Leviticus law, I only eat fish with scales
The loner, I stay to myself, I never kiss and tell, you can always find me where mystics dwell
I was born a king then seven wisemen brought me gold, pyrite and tourmaline
I write stronger since quarantine
Twilight, my aura gleams, being from the sorcerer from the Elohim
Burn sage for the unturned page
Aged
I’m better aged