Strap yourselves in -- this one is an onslaught of flow finesse.
I’m a Dream seeker daring to succeed
Dropping Seeds of a Divine Spiritual Scheme.
Direct from the Deep South-West,
discovered strength in the system of Siddhartha…
The deed-is simple, My duty is dharma
somersaulting in Samsara,
Shouting Danke Shon to Dames and Sons
Developing strong like a soldier’s song.
I Surveyed starlight on stage
Now we’re sizzling like our souls are sautéed,
Scorching like a Solar Streak
Stealing the show, soothing when I speak
Slamming like a door in a domestic,
sceptics don’t deny - they detect it
Sublime Sibylline Speech,
Speak of the Devil, Divine’s design is sleek,
Silky Smooth, skirmish in silence,
Still as a statue, - I’m defiant,
Directing like Scorsese,
with duo degrees, I’m deep like Socrates,
Design’s sobriquet is DS,
A Doctrine of the Supreme – don’t stress
We can Succumb or surmount to the summit,
Spitting soniferous sparks, I’ve done it
These days it’s Dogma of the Dollar sign,
That’s why DS designs these divine signs,
So if you’re searching to snap to Satori,
let Self-Discipline direct your story
I dismissed my shell, sheathed the sabre,
shed my shield, still a saviour.
Shiva knows the deal of (the) seven seals.
surreal Salvador Dali when I spit,
Dive deep swimming is the skies of spirit,
Disguised in Dimitri the sacred is definite.
Drop like dominoes those desires of sin,
Dominant, Stomping it in dusk or din.
Designed to sing serenades on a date,
The Sultan of Swing like Dire Straits
Duke of the Divine, in sync with survival states.
Dancing over drums, as I settle this debate
Demanding my daemon’s sacrifice,
Desires slain when DS syllables slice,
like a surgeon with style, displaying a smile,
Smooth as Schick, switching up the dial.
Slashing, scribing this deep into stone,
dome in the stars, where my seeds are sown, Stranglehold on a satellite, DJ’s delight,
Design’s sentences stream out of sight,
Swoop/ing swiftly dodging the sword of Damocles,
Synchronicity sustains the sweet deep in me.
Struggling, I survive and succeed
shrugging off shackles, it’s a syllable stampede
** Interaction y'all **
I’m A soothsayer setting the scene,
defending my self with self-discipline and dreams
Suffering subsides in a sermon of sound
this specimen survives by dropping it down.
Summoning a super sonic sound display.
Sit-down, dispatched like dolby surround
on a Saturday I spit spears which shear skin
sincerely, Signed by Design…
dearly… Declaring I’m Scouting for a seductress,
to drive me delirious, semi - serious.
Devious like the scoundrel De Sade,
Sensual skills we don’t Disregard,
To sweeten the deal, My Decibels are debaucherous.
as I dismiss any dopes that diss,
Desist when I’m scorching this,
Sending a shout to the Solar Sys(tem)
In dry spells I don’t drink to sorrow,
Daily designs can be difficult to swallow,
You can drag on a spliff, or sniff the dust…
Spiral into descent and self-disgust
I Used to be secure when seeing double,
Used to be delighted when (I was) dilated,
My serotonins been drained, depleted,
but this spirit was too strong to be defeated.
I’m Determined, a Day Star spitting Star Dust
I distrust those who ain’t sussed…and deleted
those who sneak and ain’t discreet,
these deceitful secrets suffer defeat,
I’m a Sinner and a Saint, with a dainty smile,
Discerning stare, yeah I double dare your…
Diplomatic search on destiny’s sojourn,
I’m a Divine Samurai and a Shogun that’s stern
Don’t Sweat Design’s Droppin’ Science,
Slaying with slang when my sixth sense is silent
My DNA Strand’s like a Dozen Serpents,
DS is a Divine Service.
- Conscious Hip Hop