the black spell

Spelling qwerty introverted just provoked a spell
This is the evolution of an ex-subspecie
Roaming in the underground like a nazi headhunter
Dark cleopatra with a satanic mantra
Beware, I generalize all your hypotheses
And present you with an absolute antithesis
The kind that makes your aunts lack conjugal rights
And makes you walk backwards for lack of foresight
Take a seat, you're about to need seven senses
If you're a nerd then you'll even need bigger lenses
Or a hotter update of your neural firmware
This is no average artform, it's cuneiform
Meaning semantics and a mystical form
Over microphones and implanted electrodes
My expression is like a meta-subjective
I introspect and then project ma mind upon you
If you're still thinking about that i pawn you
Breaking through your defences and book-faces
Hacking at the speed of thought through your government folks
A sick Kevin Mitnick at a geek picnic
Or Richard M. Stallman in a bikini
This is the self-compiling audio virus
N-e-m-3-genesis-papyrus
And if you downloaded this, your soul has lost purpose
Money is corruptible and am never suicidal
So I open-source this lyric and make it quick
With a GPL license - kill emcees with no skill
Putin fake albulations all across the web
Embracing fast-foods and cheap stereotypes
With a whole generation of kids that's zombified
By mass-media, facebook and no books!
And so I put a hex on you, the Arch Nemesis Fixx.



Let us start with an occult Foucault pendulum
Erect a faculty of empirical art forms
Studying hieroglyphics with no pens at arm
And cerebral mathematics that we can transform
Am celebrating your majestic initiation
But be cautioned, this is lethal magi equation
Which means the quantum space might be out of phase
And you need a rap genius to decipher the phrase
The Milky Way is rotating so we need to play
With proxychains, intoxicating Markovian chains
Make three stops at zero and quadruple the space
Feel the pain and the joy of a beautiful mind
You are now experiencing Chaos at 1-0-1
Black magick from a wand that's an electron gun
The Bachwezi with poetry that drives you crazy
And delimits the rest like Cauchy-Schwarzy
If you're still eating this, get a PHD
Remix the spell, and research cryogenetics
Show up at the school of the alien mind
With metaphysics and your full conversion kits
Eternal evolution and progress for man
From apes into beasts of a bayesian kind
We advancing on a self-destructing lane
With Keynesian economics and a capitalist mind
Elites with no ethics and no Science of God
Prematurely optimized to serve the matrix
And so I sit in the dark, conjuring the herb
Elevate ma psyche into a spiritual high
Composing dark spells for the enemy's mind
And execute with precision a magickal rite
Chaos theory undoes that "might is right"
In higher light I delight, am your Arch Nemesis.

man is evolving

man is evolving, and he has to

in the beginning, man was in darkness - it was chaos, and there was no direction
man was controlled by nature herself.

man started to fear nature, and thus nature became his foe
man was controlled by his fear of nature.

man erected walls around himself - he set up authorities, kings and priests, to protect himself from himself
man was controlled by his own laws and reason.

safe from himself, man accumulated material wealth, and even hungered for more
man was controlled by his greed.

now man will learn the vanity of materialism and his own nature - man shall pursue a higher good
man shall be guided by that absolute light, to be found within and above the self.

flac

it's like descending into a tropical rain forest, on that first day
a life-long deafness having been washed away by the miracle.

it's different.
its absence blasphemy
and it's just flac!

Art of Night

As Clouds turn red on men with earned bread

All pigs go to sleep as avian rats awaken to mysteries of ye

Quiescent minds molding the orgone with no light

As plebs and incubi tug for conjugal rights all night

With dawn, the mage completes the great work

As capitalism drags the man into her jails of oligophrenic work.

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The mystical art courtesy of Karezoid

Seeking the Chwezi

The deities are not in the lakes and forests
The deities are not in the clouds nor fires
The deities have entered the rocks and stones
And only by careful invocation and revelation
Shall we once more open the gates of stone
And set free into the air, water and fire
Those sleeping ancients, whose meditations, wisdom and magic
Are preserved with their regalia and art
In the rocks and caves of prehistory,
So that archeology is the foremost science of the seeker of the ancients
Seek and preserve thy rocks and stones.

Abachwezi tibali munyanja n'ebibira
Abachwezi tibali omumbeho ninga omumuro
Abachwezi bakataha omukibale n'amabale
Okwihaho abo abategekerwe, kandi baina orumanyo rwabu,
Nibo abarasobora okwata enyigi z'ekibale-
Aho nu, abachwezi baimuke omumbeho, omunyanja n'omumuro.
Abachwez'abo, abagonere namagezi g'ensi n'iguru,
Omumabale okurugira kimu Kibale paka omunyanja enu Nalubale-
Baserekerwe, kandi balinzirwe emyaka n'ebisibo kuruga okubanza.
Abachwezi Ndahura, Mulindwa na Wamara mbaimukize mukiro ekyange,
Na tunga okumanya okwembaganiza, nti esaha y'omulimo gwange ehikire.
Aho nu, naiywe mukwate engoma, mukwate ensekuro n'emisekuzo,
Mugende mwimukye abachwezi banyu, esaha yanyu etakarabire.

The 3 Kings of The Bachwezi

It's drumming spirits and ghosts in the darkness outside my shrine
There's a rhythm I can readily distinguish- Ndahura, first King of the Bachwezi
Is returning home from the hunt.

Plant a herb of perfect deconstruction-
Such rigourous work in the alchemy
That an age-old paradigm gets cleansed from my initiates
Upon vibrations of Engoma Za Ruhanga
A bachwezi mutujune - recurse this.

Mulindwa andinzire
Should I seek to demistify the mystery called Chaos,
Or I am now in the abode of Chwezi's 2nd King.
With drums reminiscent of our ancenstors now in rock and gemstone-
Those our cosmic origins, from whom the Element of Earth gains it's essence and power.
Play me the long drum...

Engwara, Endobo, En'mboko!
Enter the Ndebele shamans and mystics-
Adorned in mouth-torturing regalia typical of possessive types
Up that huge elephant approaching us from a distance,
Sits Wamara, Last King of The Bachwezi.

He's a God,
Whose aura is mystery.
The many, they ask man
God dances to the Self.
Those drums of logic and magic -
Vibrate to alter the fabric of all your models.

Let's go night dancing...
On this night of the waxing moon,
I can definitely experience the spirit of a New BaChwezi - NuChwezi.