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INSIGHT
This song is the introduction theme for the STARSH!P "creative universe"'s officers' guild, the Tetrapax (Tetragrammaton Peace
Officers/Marshalls).
The OMN!PAX (Opx.) - Rank connoting last/highest comprehensive involvement in the Angelic military (eternal-minded Justices, so held my Michael, Melchizedek, and Yeshuah Mashiach/Jesus Christ) that may be attained in living human form.
A body of one eye, filled with light, usually translated as good Samaritans that come to assist you, way before the police show up.
The OMN!PAX (Opx.) - Rank connoting last/highest comprehensive involvement in the Angelic military (eternal-minded Justices, so held my Michael, Melchizedek, and Yeshuah Mashiach/Jesus Christ) that may be attained in living human form.
A body of one eye, filled with light, usually translated as good Samaritans that come to assist you, way before the police show up.
Its also similar and/or equivalent to the
'Grandmaster' title in the School of Hip-Hop, noting one who excels in various
associated artforms/skillsets.
The LP, "OPX + Tales Of The Southern Cross" tells of a noble minded and fire-filled, baby-faced kid becoming a man of indomitable will, who protects his One and only Love at extremely high cost.
They all find themselves slipping into alternate realms of Superlative reality, and doing the highly improbable in the name of 'just helping everyone stick together'.
They all tame/harness/hone their own new capabilities while accomplishing incredible mission orders under the limited "perceptive radar" of the common/Mundane world.
The LP, "OPX + Tales Of The Southern Cross" tells of a noble minded and fire-filled, baby-faced kid becoming a man of indomitable will, who protects his One and only Love at extremely high cost.
They all find themselves slipping into alternate realms of Superlative reality, and doing the highly improbable in the name of 'just helping everyone stick together'.
They all tame/harness/hone their own new capabilities while accomplishing incredible mission orders under the limited "perceptive radar" of the common/Mundane world.
LYRICS:
Somewhere on Red Mountain lives a man that overstands, and comprehends eleven dimensions.
This mild-mannered vicar was slicker than most; he was bought with Blood, and sent down to wake the comatose.
Endowed with Powers, and Purpose to start producing spiritual armor needed to protect the Sacred Heart.
To search, contain, and disarm the works of dark arts, and defend the Corpus Christi; guard the coming Queen's body parts.
There he goes now, ripping down the avenue; Iron Cross ablaze with a Grace so amazing.
Endowed with Powers, and Purpose to start producing spiritual armor needed to protect the Sacred Heart.
To search, contain, and disarm the works of dark arts, and defend the Corpus Christi; guard the coming Queen's body parts.
There he goes now, ripping down the avenue; Iron Cross ablaze with a Grace so amazing.
He says he "do what he gotta do", meanwhile the stage is being set, and they're asking "is he crazy"?!
Raised with the Key, the One King; the holder of Seven Stars, fifth dimension to receive ya'.
Raised with the Key, the One King; the holder of Seven Stars, fifth dimension to receive ya'.
Given authority to watch the flock here; the 'Hunter in the Wood', but who's ever gonna believe ya'?!
They can believe this, whatever 'powers-that-be' is gonna chip-away until they're a monopoly; OPX rebels against the policy, and holds it down long enough so I can maybe divvy-out a spot for me.
On this odyssey, we're following the Chi-Rho, from those that sacrifice, to those chasing dinero.
They can believe this, whatever 'powers-that-be' is gonna chip-away until they're a monopoly; OPX rebels against the policy, and holds it down long enough so I can maybe divvy-out a spot for me.
On this odyssey, we're following the Chi-Rho, from those that sacrifice, to those chasing dinero.
May we sleep when our head touches the pillow due to the Hunter of Peace, OPX, our hero!
This ain' no Joe G.I. nor Magnum P.I.; this ain't a gangster movie by Ritchie Guy.
This ain' no Joe G.I. nor Magnum P.I.; this ain't a gangster movie by Ritchie Guy.
This ain't fiction, homie; i.e., its no lie; I'm spittin' fire to 85(%ers) to enrich the (Third) Eye in the midst of Five (Points South, B'ham, AL).
These college kids quick to die; selling their souls to whatever mystifies.
These college kids quick to die; selling their souls to whatever mystifies.
I'm compelled to say the quest is mine, 'cos the pain runs too deep to anesthetize.
