K-Rino - Conception of Concept lyrics
[K-Rino - Conception of Concept lyrics]
Feeling good tonight baby
My stamina is high, haha
I don't need no Viagra, no Cialis
All I need is concentration, inspiration
Deep meditation conceptualization
When a thoughts conceived and
The concept's born
The mission is to create a
Song far from the norm
Convey a phrase in the
Most unconventional ways and lay as the
Instrumental repetitiously plays
In space I gaze till
The creative antennas raise
Then the premise of the image
I make takes center stage
Straight clarity when the
Mental clutter disintegrates when it's laid
I gotta say at times I've been amazed
In silence ‘cause chaos can block the process
Pulling topics from the gothic Cosmic Closet
Disorganized initially, eventually pin ‘em
Into a multisyllabic sentence with
Metaphors and similes
And it's a cornucopia of utopian opium
And floating through the scope
Of a wide-open fallopian
Slipping from the cocoon
Developed then enhanced
It flutters just like a butterfly
And delicately lands like ahhhhh!
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah, yeah
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah
Thought race that separates
From physical trace
Words manifest themselves in a visual state
Written dreams and unimaginable
Lyrical schemes
Are convened and derived from empirical means
Let ‘em bloom until the
Sunlight strikes the Moon
Then zoom and move the middle
Of the night to noon
Quite similar to a womb, giving life to tombs
And cognitivity is released like balloons
Now my cranium’s a flaming ganglion
With concepts dangling in the brain
A perpetual chain of them
I drink from the class
Of every imminent passage
Of that blessing I possess unlimited access
I project through the black
Hole and beyond that
Think connect with another soul
Mental contacts
Form in a line, it multiplies over time
And transcontinentally unifies many minds
But it starts as a form
Of an incomplete ladder
Abstract data giving birth to concrete matter
Then I add another wrung
Confident and overwhelmed as I go to other
Levels and metaphysical realms
I master ‘em with singular sequences
With tedious thinking and each new one I
Reach is deep as the previous
Total awareness of every compound
That surrounds me
Below and above ground or up and down, see
Start studying and lead
Observationers crown me
With the ability to sound
The expound profoundly
The creationists trace human behavior
The ways of the world
The understanding of nature
The greatness placed in everything
By the Creator
Every phase of life is translated to paper
Racing through every category, every Segway
It ejects straight into hairs
And impregnates like ahhhhh!
And it feels so good to me yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah, yeah
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah
My stamina is high, haha
I don't need no Viagra, no Cialis
All I need is concentration, inspiration
Deep meditation conceptualization
When a thoughts conceived and
The concept's born
The mission is to create a
Song far from the norm
Convey a phrase in the
Most unconventional ways and lay as the
Instrumental repetitiously plays
In space I gaze till
The creative antennas raise
Then the premise of the image
I make takes center stage
Straight clarity when the
Mental clutter disintegrates when it's laid
I gotta say at times I've been amazed
In silence ‘cause chaos can block the process
Pulling topics from the gothic Cosmic Closet
Disorganized initially, eventually pin ‘em
Into a multisyllabic sentence with
Metaphors and similes
And it's a cornucopia of utopian opium
And floating through the scope
Of a wide-open fallopian
Slipping from the cocoon
Developed then enhanced
It flutters just like a butterfly
And delicately lands like ahhhhh!
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah, yeah
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah
Thought race that separates
From physical trace
Words manifest themselves in a visual state
Written dreams and unimaginable
Lyrical schemes
Are convened and derived from empirical means
Let ‘em bloom until the
Sunlight strikes the Moon
Then zoom and move the middle
Of the night to noon
Quite similar to a womb, giving life to tombs
And cognitivity is released like balloons
Now my cranium’s a flaming ganglion
With concepts dangling in the brain
A perpetual chain of them
I drink from the class
Of every imminent passage
Of that blessing I possess unlimited access
I project through the black
Hole and beyond that
Think connect with another soul
Mental contacts
Form in a line, it multiplies over time
And transcontinentally unifies many minds
But it starts as a form
Of an incomplete ladder
Abstract data giving birth to concrete matter
Then I add another wrung
Confident and overwhelmed as I go to other
Levels and metaphysical realms
I master ‘em with singular sequences
With tedious thinking and each new one I
Reach is deep as the previous
Total awareness of every compound
That surrounds me
Below and above ground or up and down, see
Start studying and lead
Observationers crown me
With the ability to sound
The expound profoundly
The creationists trace human behavior
The ways of the world
The understanding of nature
The greatness placed in everything
By the Creator
Every phase of life is translated to paper
Racing through every category, every Segway
It ejects straight into hairs
And impregnates like ahhhhh!
And it feels so good to me yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah, yeah
And it feels so good to me, yeah, yeah
I think I need a glass of
Juice and something real sweet, yeah