Universal Wisdom

by Sub-Versatile

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Hello dear one, I'd like to welcome you on another journey through the perplexing confines of your subconsciousness. In this opus we will dig deeper into the esoteric mysteries of life, the universe, our being, and existence. Marvel in this ineffable array of embellishing sounds as the enigmatic frequencies of this record propel you through the ether of your mind. Hotep and namaste, dear one.

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released 11 July 2014

All tracks written & produced by Sub-Versatile
Cover art illustrated & designed by Sub-Versatile

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Track Name: Sephiroth
INTRO:
You can catch me in dreams where all the particles collapse... synapse, my mind is neurotically elapsed// You'll never ever catch me runnin laps, I'd rather stay home and take some naps//

Before I give some daps, to all my niggas who be rollin with me// I drop 10 then they drop 50, honor is a gift see? You gotta honor ya boys for respecting ya hustle... cuz if ya don't, ya might end up in a tussle//

HOOK:
Everyday I got a different thought up in my brain, should I be ashamed that I forgot my own name// Life ain't even serious because it's nuntin but a game, you think you only live once but nigga you the mane//

Not mane as in "man" but mane as in Father... the Father of everything, oh why do I bother// To explain to y'all that everything is nothing? Ironically enough it all amounts up to something!

VERSE 1:
Wishy washy niggas frontin like they stakin figures, all that shit's for show because they never look in mirrors// Falsified projections always claim to be a label, it's funny because a lot of these niggas aren't even able//

To distinguish themselves from a theory or philosophy, instead fuckas show off as if there were no dichotomy// The material man is nothing but an empty vessel tryna fill the void within himself, steadily chasing wealth//

Even though he has no clue about the shit he do, he'll always find a way to circumvent the fuckin truth// The truth that his love of decadence is his own problem, but his ignorance is so firm that it's a cauldron//

Of festered up frustration and lack of contemplation, the mundane don't know anything except for desperation// In this phantasm world of suffering and confusion, all mankind suffers from their own damn delusion!

HOOK:
Everyday I got a different thought up in my brain, should I be ashamed that I forgot my own name// Life ain't even serious because it's nuntin but a game, you think you only live once but nigga you the mane//

Not mane as in "man" but mane as in Father... the Father of everything, oh why do I bother// To explain to y'all that everything is nothing? Ironically enough it all amounts up to something!
Track Name: Esoteric Knowledge Pt. 2 (feat. Kid-Piff)
Kid-Piff

VERSE:
Subtly rhyming words with a hint of precision, little do they know we're all slaves by permission// Ignorance is just a form of blind comprehension, although they say it's bliss I retain my position//

With intelligence and negligence of all irrelevance, I choose to have a mind that stagnates malevolence// I may not be benevolent but I rhyme forth with elegance//

My flow is steady like the chop of a machete, the tone of my voice is light it is not heavy// I slaughter like Jason, while others say I'm Freddy so I'm not hatin//

But what are you makin? We're all Gods son so stop with the waitin// What you doin mane? Life's what you make it, envision your dream then gone head and take it//

Better hurry up because time's steady pacing// Fuck the rat race nigga, we ain't doin no racing!

HOOK:
We in this physical plane to raise our vibration, gone head and get that jont blazing// Leave behind a legacy that'll be ideal and amazing, while other niggas afraid and...

Esoteric Knowledge still hidden, while we stay litten// Our power is never intermittent, we focus on elevating back to the Infinite// As a request, this song's for the Omnipotent!

Sub-Verse

VERSE:
I'm the wisest man in the world for I know that I know nothing, I'm clever because I negate to be something// Or, some-THING... maybe we should sing//

Nah I'm just playing but do you get what I'm sayin? Maybe not... you probably already forgot, let's try again// The "I" that you're in, is like your flesh or skin, relatively it's the Self's first kin//

What's the Self? It's you and I, it's everything nigga// All this shit's like a macrocosmic fixture, bundled up and coalesced as a mixture//

Vibration condensed to the point where it seems solid, it's all a hologram or whatever you wish to call it// All is Nothing with no space, the creator has no face!

HOOK:
We in this physical plane to raise our vibration, gone head and get that jont blazing// Leave behind a legacy that'll be ideal and amazing, while other niggas afraid and...

Esoteric Knowledge still hidden, while we stay litten// Our power is never intermittent, we focus on elevating back to the Infinite// As a request, this song's for the Omnipotent!