Alchemical Vessel - Fliptrix, Chester P

My alchemical vessel has got my channel searching

I saw myself turn old, die in a flash, I’m still purging

Communicate with deities, the message is my purpose

And my music is my worth cuz

Beauty’s in my imagery

The picture’s for observing

Matter don’t exist, does it matter, is it worth it?

Lyrics ain’t got matter but matter though they’re eternal

Connected like a circle

Rise with eyes of virtue

33 rotations a minute is how i serve you

Plus I gotta add a little

Pressure spinning round my head, I’m still searching

For my inner limits, the limit, that’s raps working

Through the symmetry the golden

Infinite like the patterns that are fractal and emerging

Through the planet that you’re birthed in

Objectively observing the underworld through currents like a urchin

Immersed from the surface

like a furnace

Cause and effect don’t work there, it’s worthless

Many left hurting

Bubble full’a pain

Applying pressure to the wound

There first before nursing

Bust a few verses

Cut through like a surgeon

Never talk

Would’a could’a should’a just pursue it

Get a foot up on the mountain

I’m climbing, I stay working

Earn what I’m deserving

Serving da riddim of the drum, and vision blurring

Alter state of consciousness

I find myself surfing

Riding the crest of the wave that breaks perfect

A new beginning’s like cremators drawing curtains

Born to the afterlife, embrace and nurture it

Macabre style travels highway and perches

Wherever light emerges

Fortify yearnings

Aura vibes bursting

Source provides Earthlings

This is the vessel that my soul’s in

Experiencing every single moment 'til I’m chosen

To seek the void we compose in

We are infinite like galaxies unfolding

This is the chalice that I’m holding

Experiencing every single moment 'til I’m chosen

To seek the void we compose in

We are infinite like the figure-8's motions

Now have you ever seen a bullet try discriminate?

Flying fucking cannonball, swings, smash your grubby knees

Cut your fingernails, bitches this is not a war

Any typ’a disruption and you’ll wash up on the nearest shore

Sycophantic with a psychopathic urge to fight

Smacking all these feminine thugs, until their words are raw

Urban nights, cycle circles round the murder rights

Life’s night-rider still surveying for an open door

Stay the fuck away unless you feel to suffocate

Serves you fuckers right, try’na see me like [?}

I’ll attack you with a broken

Fucking with the smoking

Doctor cloak and dagger with a bloody sword

Muddy claws, swinging for the silver 'til it turned to lead

I’ll come along and smack the your fucking head

Futuristic when I’m spitting bars

Rolling through the skies

All these planets and the stars are my deck of cards

Back in the days, weed was kicking like a metronome

You sat around my house like you was scared to take the venture home

But I’m a fully grown man, won’t be sticking to his programme

Somewhere underneath the dirty cold ground

I’m as dead as you can kill me in the meantime, me and Mr Fliptrix are blowing

off some steam time

I’m traditionally valued as a guy to dodge

You’re looking like a virgin being held in a masonic lodge

Fixed the pieces of the puzzle that my brain stores

Dirty like the blade on that fucking Texan chainsaw

'til I explode

Motherfucking old school?

You fake cats are retro

Catching succotash rappers like a fucking rash

Cut and slash, have him try and climb back in his mother’s gash

I’m as dead as you can kill me in the meantime, me and Mr Fliptrix are letting

off some steam

This is the vessel that my soul’s in

Experiencing every single moment 'til I’m chosen

To seek the void we compose in

We are infinite like galaxies unfolding

This is the chalice that I’m holding

Experiencing every single moment 'til I’m chosen

To seek the void we compose in

We are infinite like the figure-8's motions

(Scratches)