META DROP

[META DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/MQ7XX1J-Gbc

Spun from the fabric of the universe as the earth rotated... Revolved ... We insubstantial in the chambers of Allah...  a scoop of water, some dirt and a breath... A startled gasp.
A first step and instant recognition as knowledge was dropped... Stand by me my sun as we stroll this garden I provide.
Lion on the path and we knew his name... "Lion" just like that... Grey wrinkles in mainframes.
Language systems where what we say today has no meaning, so far removed from the spirituality of times past.
We say primitive but it was modern back then as great cities grew on African plains and the banks of the Nile.
Pyramids rose from the lush green of a future desert where an oasis is scarce... A skull and a skeleton if you get lost now... waves of sand washing over the horizon.
Ignorance is not bliss, its living in hell and knowledge is as well if you don't try to change the equation... 33 and a third is not mathematically sound reasoning.
This is the drop science season...Two go out and one comes back... Unification of fractured minds.
Fire the element of man birth... Carbon and water supercomputers walking about... Sparks of electricity firing to wake you up and lay you down to sleep.
So many who live their lives robotically.
Ripped from the fabric we now alight on earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRAIGHTJACKET SLAUGHTER]

[STRAIGHTJACKET SLAUGHTER]
THE MUSIC, AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO PAY ATTENTION...
http://youtu.be/TAtP3aN4-fY?t=1m10s

Marching as off to slaughter the people they are lead astray... Far from the path of Allah, the true and living naturality of it all.
So many so mislead by the roadsigns... Driving straight for the cliffs and fiery falls.
So few the ones who venture the unbeaten path and embark into the great beyond.
So few the free.
Masses sitting spellbound as the system holds them transfixed... Jaws dropped and slobbering on hospital gowns in a realistic version of a psych ward... Pretty women and uneducated rappers on B.E.T.   as they spread the disease.
Thugs, hoes and niggas on parade... such splendid colors..
Scintillating and succulent to developing minds... Pork rinds to clog and bind.
Games where false harm is inflicted and you got bout 30 lives... In reality death is death.
If I took you to the top of the world would you jump? 
The pinnacle would you rest?
Constricted in the straitjacket of being another mans bitch.
Blast of the sonic horn of the angel Gibril and the house of  your cards falls straight into the abyss...
Castles built on a fault as slaves bodies call from the earth.
Wake yo blind ass up!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY