Siddha

Ferfecir

Spiritual Rapping

Lord Krishna and a prince named Siddartha

Ooh! Is he the king of all India?

No mate, the Indians don't live in America

You know the country on the east with the city Calcutta

Nope he's just a fool without any idea

How he's going to manage his own persona

Come have a sit under the tree of Buddha

Hey! Party is over; here comes Joshua

Now he is known by the name Jesus, huh?

Poor Joseph none knows you are his papa

They believe Miriam is his only ever single mama

She gave birth to him, without your sperma

Put the cross down son, you've been through a trauma

Forgive them, they are just morons with mania

Some have a disease named schizophrenia

They've killed you, but you have the amrita

Make love and lick the pussy of Magdelana

She is your beloved not your virgin mama

Come brother meditate like Gautama

You'll find the almighty in your amigdala

God in pineal gland, call it the third eye

Christmas time, we sip prosecco with apple pie

Let kundalini go in your spine up high

Joshua it's not about you, time to say bye-bye

Hey Lana chill on the beach with your head held high

I'll be there when the time's come right

Experience count much when it comes to making love

Breathe deep baby, do what I say, just comply

After speaking of Buddha and begotten son Joshua

Here comes my homie; famous Nasreddin Hodja

Dude is neither the king or a maharaja

He throws jokes at people all the time, gotcha!

You know humour is the dopest kind of wisdom

Just hammaring the core of the fuckin system

No way we're taking the role of the victim

He is also known by the name Molla Nasreddin

Rajneesh aka Osho, I can't forget you

You're the first teacher in my spiritual debut

And been the one who I've always looked up to

We're in the same tier now: if you're Ken, I'm Ryu

I am not speaking about followers of Muhammed

Cause they're so peaceful and compassionate

I see you guys are in a terrible bafflement

Deep down you feel so inadequate

Your wound is so deep, called abandonment

Renaissance's coming boys, time to graduate

Drop all those dump ideas and sacraments

Otherwise you'll be the soldiers of Baphomet