O’hene Savant, RAHM Nation - Amadeus/Sale Therapy lyrics

We ain’t playing around, yo we getting
Ready to drop a new one, amadeus

I clearly study theories of Roger Sperry
Implications of learning genius
Were kinda airy
In the monastery ignored the monetary
Without a worry, where laws were arbitrary
I took what was considered vapid
And made it classic
Mapped with syntax and a fashion
They cried I dropped a miracle
Literary synergy so of course it’s lyrical
Man my brain synapses surpasses rappers
You average bastards go back and practice
Please stop messing with the O
Executive control is the method of my flow
I tried professor approach of
Embracing my thoughts

Only to discover I’m thinking


Of rhyme much more
The griot in me is apparent
Look at my appearance
I’m hearing spirit's suggesting what I
Say in my lyrics
In coherence with the incoherent
My mental baring to the left to
Pay for my artistic depths
‘cause I’m the lost pharaoh
The rebirth of Isis
The righteous descendent from the
Lords of Isaac
An artist that’s deeper than the
Salt of the ocean
Or the sedimentary rocks, where’s aphotic?
I stay focused replicating a great opus
Reminiscent of the late Moses
Scholars would say prowess phonetic cowards
I find your reticent vowel
Less attempts powerless
Compile this in Da Vincian font
A peregrination of rhymes strictly
For the savant to renaissance
Scholastic approach to flipping a flow
Only the inquisitive can listen to O
Mozart’s mosaics most say it’s the truest
You need hermeneutics to view it
Or to review it

Don’t be stupid, I spew with neo-cubic music
Fused with Confucian text and yes Euclid
Elusive thoughts is viewed with new tricks
Blueprints laid for neo phonetic acoustics
Who’s this softest novice that
Comics topics so
Complex the optics cannot describe it?
Logic is defied with synoptic topics
My mind is as prophetic as Nostradamus, yo
Yo we getting ready to drop a new one
Amadeus

I’m back in the building again
Concealing the pen
Flow with the realest of men
Neo P and DN3, beats rising, keep rhyming
Whether it’s written or freestyling
RAHM Nation hardcore to the core
Jaws fall to the floor
Amazed like you never saw it before
This is real rap from real cats
That twist and peel caps
Philly where I polish my skills at
My rage is put on pages then stages
I’m blazing hearing the cheers
Of men’s praises
‘cause I hold thangs like Coltrane
Flows is propane
With a match burning you no names
Me, Ra and O prescribe the flow
I’m trying to take my skills as
High as the skies’ll go you got a problem
Child? Then I got Problem Child
To solve them how? With mad syllables
And a lot of vowels

I jot poems from deep inside a dome
And try to flow ‘em to
The melody of xylophones
Out in Cameroon, I’m part bobcat and baboon
Spitting the acid that’s like
Green and maroon
Damn buffoons, your ignorance is just typical
I come whipping you ’til
The sting un-niggas you
I’m difficult to describe, you decide
If you want the mental flippin’ and
Discipline of a Buddhist scribe
The music live with rhymes that do imply
Youths should unify and try to
Rise with Buddha ties
Cutie pies, I pull out the whip cream
While you waste cream on whips
I’m driving Christine
And this team is the sickest
Equipped with equipment to rip with
A vengeance that’s endless

I’m better with predicates
You pathetic with rhetoric
I ain’t never been hesitant
It’s RAHM Nation, got a level of excellence
Committing rhymes to memory
I shred all the evidence
Get off scot-free, I’m rougher than hockey
Your boy nice but he not me, top three
Me myself and I ’til the day I touch the sky
Be fully customized sitting high
Above the lies
I love Hip-Hop but it really ain’t no comp
You idiot savants won’t give me a response
I literally stomp Sasquatch, why not?
Pull cats outta they whip
Like operation live stop
Fully certified, verbally I murder guys
Fertilized minds leave your
Mic cords circumcised
Phenomenal chronicles bombing you
Styles like Miles got these
Rappers feeling kinda blue
I could get you with a line or two
But wackness is impossible like random
Rock in a Prada shoe
This is destined, I’m doing what I gotta do
The honorable kinda dude
Y’all ain’t got a clue

Here it is, a man here, Hip-Hop’s grand
Problem Child swinging off the chandeliers
Who’s the best? The facts plainly clear
It’s black and white like some panda bears
Damn the man upstairs if he
Ain’t give me the chair
These fellas endless here so
They always taking care
Folks, holding they toasters
Close to holsters
We La Costa Nostra poster-boys
Drinking ambrosia here
Man it gets colder than Boulder
We still smolder
Like Arizona summer sunny, we soldiers, yeah
Paint rhymes on the
Canvas unleashing phantoms
In your face like Blair
Witch amateur cameras yeah
And ya never rhyme like I rhyme
If ever my design some divine
I'll drop puns of pantomime yeah
Let me remind y’all if I ever fall behind
I’ll be like never mind
’til then better beware