Celestaphone - Deep Underground Lyrics

      

Deep Underground
by Celestaphone

Midrash metastasis
Chessboard's been set by the teams of multinationalists
Now the only fit for y'all to get on fast is the wackest shit
The only fit for y'all to get on fast is the wackest shit
Playing hat tricks as activists
"I want it all, I want the bag for this tragic shit"
Chips all into yapping just, talking head for the act of it
Reveal the magic trick
"Pull off the mask in Kether"

 I mean with seemingly only theologists gatekeeping hip hop's cash
I may as well make rap's inaugural anti-religion podcast
I'm like Rap God met Crass
Get evolved while y'all still sniffing on Gog from Magog's ass
I'm like a bible-thumper myself, call that adversarial machine learning
To me thе term pseudo-messiah's a littlе concerning
That's like negative concord
Sheep to the slaughter twice on board
The even phonier bullshitter
The even phonier bullshitter
Be your own messiah, it's time for y'all to decide what's yuh land
Not the supernal climes of empyrean’s grasp
Are you featured in a cosmic Watergate?
Perhaps your idols partake and are only supplying you faith
Applause flows into liquid cynosures
I am conscripted to drink the blood of an oryx as a Gaia referred

 Carve deep, the sacred faces
Carve deep, the sacred faces
They wait for the end of ages
They wait for the end of ages

 Carve deep, the sacred faces
Carve deep, the sacred faces
They wait for the end of ages
They wait for the end of ages

Baphomet
"Did you think that a secret that was guarded from Atlantis to Egypt, down through the Twelve Tribes
From Moses to Solomon, to the Shambhalan monastery, to the Messiah and the Madonna, to the holy
Lodge: the Knights Templar, the Priory of Sion, the Rosy Cross, the Bavarian Illuminati, the 33 levels of
Freemasonry, stored in the buried vaults of the Vatican, would be so easily given to you?
Who do you think you are?
Who are you?
Why would I tell you anything?
Fix me. Make an old man happy."