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Cerebral & Celestial 2 : Ocean Wide Obelisk

by MENES the Pharaoh & The Prime Sithesizah

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slick belly with the movement set ; yeah your witch got breaks like a b-boy flex in time like a DJ scratch ; off the wall like krylon but we be back on the mic, pharaoh ; he got next in the archive ; occult ; lovecraft text an old town with cats who speak in tongues the underground chasm it calls to our young.. a glowing rock ; but its not just stone its a home to the old ones magnificent throne ive got a bone to pick ; i use yours skelatal fingaz create a symmetrical door
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time is inconvievable ; thats-why-my-patientence is unachievable... i live life in the crossheirs of plasma rifles and-stumble-through these trenches idle by god its horror, hol-din a taperecorder subjecting myself to judge everybody else the simple things really; hate greed and money play with the plateaus aint nothing funny the mountain ; origins study older works... ordinance osillalate my satellite like candle light.. aura burst ; the bunker of my golden worth crack the safe , catch a face full of hollowtips its ancient really ; like shifting cornerstones i case the joint thoroughly and enter when nobodies home but does a spirit... ever really leave? i think not theres over 200 yokai in here with me systematically communicate with lunar shifts, feel my blood coagulate before i isoloate, this insinuates a beautiful stillness poetic in its own terms, but can you really feel this? i hope not, or my incantation worked bring it to you live from the dead place of earth create the reality and face your inner work a drug riddled bastard with a high sense of worth... consummate with the godess of the skiesss or tremble in her lies and die within her eyes-> its demise ... but what truly isnt ; accept that the mountain lives longer then the peasant ... and everything besides the present... is a mystery my music an anti hystemine from tombs to the elder from the womb to the smelter in the basement with the dwellaz from the moon im interstellar from the dunes to the cellars plat-oooon, in a jungle hand tremors gun jam and smokes blown out the pack with his medullah forever.
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PEOPLE BEEN WAITING.. LAST PLACE IN THE BASEMENT .... OPEN UP DOORS... SEE WHATCU FACING ENDLESS VEINS OF SPACE, CELESTIALITY. PORTAL MAN WALKS, ACROSS A GALAXY CEREBRALLY, SOUNDSCAPES PAINTED LATERALLY MAGIC-LY, DEFINE ODDS OF TRAGEDIES DEFY LAWS OF GRAVITY ODD BOUNCE IN HIS STEP CHECK THE BEAKER, HOW MUCH HE GOT LEFT *SEEMS-JUST-FINE, OTHER DEN THE DARK CORNERZ CANT SEEM TO ADJUST, THE LIGHT IN A CORONERS SHIFTING LEFT TO RIGHT, TREMOLO IN THE MORNING JUST SMALL LAMPS FROM THE BASE OF A PYRAMIDdddd .. YOU STILL SEE HIS STARSSS, PASTED ON THE WALLS... AND ALSO THROUGH HIS HALLS AS YOU WALK ITS ODD... ITS LIKE THE OLD AND NEW COMBINED THE COMBINES HARD TO FIND IN HIS THYME... SEE YOU SOON, HE SAID, AS HE LEFT WALKED OFF THE WORLD and fell to HIS DEATH OLD MAN WINTER, FOOT FULL OF SPLINTERZ BACK FULL OF SHRAPNEL, THE REST??? PISS AND VINEGAR MISTA MISTA, MISTA DONT SAY YO NEVER IN THE LAB, CATCH A FIFTH TO THE FACE THO ANYWAYS, ITS HEAR AND NOW FEEL THE TEMPATURE RISING, WE FORMING A CLOUD ENERGIES DISPURSE, THE FIFTH AND THE 1ST WONDA-WHO-WAS-HERE, IN 195IRST I BET THEY WENT TO CHURCH, AND DIDNT LIKE THE DIRT BUT WE CHANGED THAT! IN THE LAB FROM WAY BACK! SUN WE DONT PLAY THAT
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[MENES ] CALCULATED! SEE IT IN YOUR FACES HARD TO STAY IN THE SAME PLACE WITHOUT A BASIS IN A BASIN, LARGE BAY OF VACANT NOTHING REALLY LIVES HERE, MY HEART IS A BASEMENT BOTTOM FLOOR, OR THE LAST PLACE YOU CHECK, THAT LAST PLACE IN THE HOUSE, CHILLIN IN THE DEPTHS... ON THE SAME PLAIN YOU GO AFTER DEATH THE MAINFRAME, MAIN-TAIN ,OUT THE PICTURE INK WEPT THE MOUNT-AIN, SEEM TO CHANGE WHILE IM DROWNING, RAINING FOUNTAINS, TIL IM DOWN WITH ATLANTIS THIS IS WHERE IM REMINDED, A BEAUTY, SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS, ITS YOU, AND IT HARKENS TO EACH GASP, THAT I CRY TO EACH DAY THAT YOU LIE TO EVERYMOMENT IVE GIVEN YOU IN MY LIFE A PIECE OF ME DIES, EVEN DEMISE CUT IN HALF, WITH THE FACE THAT, EVEN GODS HIGH I LOVE YOU ; SAID WITH BLOOD AND GUTS BULLET RIDDLED FAIRYTALES, SEE ME IN THE MUCK OR THE MIRE, ANYTHING ELSE TRANSPIRES PUTCHU IN A GRAVE WITH GUNS and OTHER LIARS [stranded] alternate blinks of fates worse than death while they both gape to the next they’re each graves nonetheless in one out the corner of my eye frozen in place time’s a portrait of a tortured butterfly as it ululates i try to sit up but realized i’m falling upside down now something far more awful is haunting that awful sound a pareidolic head snaps and glares in my direction staring at what he is unaware will be indigestion it shrieks at the speed of a shadow that hasn’t grown when it would have reached me i found myself drowning in stone i’ve been atomized but somehow i still see as if i had my eyes i’m being crushed by the depths of a mountainside subatomic anthropomorphs surround me and shrink in size i can’t take whatever breath an atom must ingest to stay alive suddenly i’m back to plummeting half-eaten by a wraith it’s discomforting to see so vividly how delightful i taste before i have time to contemplate ceasing to exist the nightmare begins rewinding so i can see what i missed enough of this eternity’s perverse murder permafrost this horrid machine is absurd please turn it off i love you ; said with blood and guts bullet riddled fairytales, see me in the muck or the mire, anything else transpires put me in a grave for fun and start a fire
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in the wings of old asylum halls its said you can heaaar the cries and screams of all backwards babble ; nails scratching walls nooses tied tightly, the nurses shouting stop... food freely thrown-> in-sane laughter ; ciggerettes being lit pill shaking cancers, patients storm rafters... big chief lobotomy dichotomy deaths the only answer... out the windows horizons for/of the free ; gates and barbed wire far as eyes can see.. sleep deprivedddd... playing checkers daily infinite, the cards hit the table so vaguely its all hazy ; colours numb senses, tubes they get bathed in ; or beat senseless-> white robed mercenaries ; dictated enemies... theres no friends here ; only lost identities in one room there sits a man lonesome ; he laughs all day merrily its almost wholesome... he was said to build bombs and statues ; forboding art ; the kind that truly grabs you or blasts you ; eviscerated transfuse alchemic math brews ; *down*get him closer to god his lab was behind white walls and frozen souls at night his astral form would go travel through thick cement with no intent ; of not returning when the morning would come as he knew one day the old one he was begining to raise would blow the shingles straight off this place a green tentacled beast that sleeps under oceans deep and all the damned souls it would eat ; this was the perfect bait an offering that it couldnt refute, so he wrote the name cthulu ryleh ; raise
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I DONT KNOW WHAT... WORLD YOU LIVE IN.. TO BELIEVE THE THINGS yOU DO AND I DONT BELIEVE YOU A wolf once painted my picture in vicar using cathedrals walls to shelter from the blizzard when he went to place it as a stained glass window every object shattered melted in crescendo ... just another reminder of my designer heathen cretin seeping with a pistol packin deacon underneath the pews you could find his beacon a beaker full of bubbling liquid and a secret eyes a mystery ; the portrait of history in ol robes rugged on a path to dysentery board ships, in the 15th century ; its Magellan i was tellin as it was meant meant to be a strange symmetry ; muddled lack of sympathy, OH LAWD didnt you know, i was the enemy i got da props and the rocks for your calvary cannon fodder ox and the locks to your treasury myrrh scented box ; so i ambushed deliveries in a pyramid with a sandlewood cemetery das loot ; those who, raided my tomb cursed eternally ; and, eye be, seeing you soon without further ado ; i bow disrespectfully cursing your rule ; dispersing these jewelz earthing theze tools to exhume for our duel
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if i die of vanity - you better promise me, they bury me, in some place i dont want to be youll dig me up and move me unceremoniously away from the poison city breeze, and broken trees whispers of disease and acts of enormity lower me slowly, sadly and properly get zhu to spin my eulogy at the hundredth meridian where the great planes used to be [ode to the tragically hip ]
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I BLOW YO MIND, JUS TO ENTER IN DUE TIME. WHO RHYME? KU-SIME WIT WIND CHIMES FIEND LINES, DREAM DIMES N FUCK 9INES THE DECADE YO! HOLD DECKS FOR BETTER TIMES I SAY GOODBYE TO MINES! PROSPER IN THE FIELD THO! OPEN SEASON, REPEAT, FO REAL FO REAL YO STANNDD UP ONE HAND SALUTE WHILE MY OTHER ON THE MIC IT JUS SHOOT I BREAD AND BUTTER YO BOO AND IM IN TROUBLE WITH THE REST OF MY STRUGGLE BUT THE PAIN DONT MEAN NOTHING TO ME ITS JUST A PUDDLE WHEN IT RAINS EVEN WHEN IT POURS! THATS WHY I BLOW HOLES THE SIZE OF BOULDERZ IN YOURS YOU SHOULDA KNOWN... YOU SHOULDA KNOWN WHAT IT DO TO YOU! EXCAVATION DATE, NAH ITS THE FUNERAL AND IM FUMIGATING GENERALZ, IN GENERAL, HEAR I STAND AS AN EMERALD YOU MARIGOLD MY GOOD MERITS BLEND AS A DETERENT IM FLOWIN WIT THE CURRENT AS THE PAST OF A PRESENT PERSON HIP-HOP LIVE IN ME.. I DIDNT UNEARTH IT I JUS UNLEASH IT AS THE BEAST... SERVES ITS PURPOUSE OFF THE CHAIN.. OFF THE HOOK... IM OFF THE DOPE FEELIN WORSE THEN EVER, BUT ATLEAST I GOT HOPE TO SAY THE LEAST, I MEAN TO SAY ATLEAST I GOT YOU TO SAY THE MOST, WITH THE LEAST I ALWAYS BEEN TRUE BELIEVE IT OR NOT, BELIEVE OR GET SHOT RELIEF IS A KNOT, UNTYE IT FIND YOSELF STRESSED IN A BOX, I BEEN STUCK, I BEEN STUCK UP! I BEEN FUCKED, I BEEN FUCKED UP! WATCHU KNOW ABOUT MY TRUE NATURE, ITS A QAURTER PAST 1 IN THE DUNGEON OF FLAVORZ I KNOW SOME... WHO CALLED ME A SAVIOR I KNOW SOME OTHERZ WHO CALLED ME A HATER, BUT THEY JUS MAD RIGHT I KEEP IT MAD TIGHT, UP UNDER THE LAB LIGHT IN A BASEMENT WHERE THE DWELLAZ BEEN GETTIN... MAD HYPE 15TH CENTURY CASSETE BUMPIN WITH MAGELLIN IN A CROWD OF SOULS , ALL OF THEM BE YELLIN! WHO IS IT! ITS ME, DONT YOU KNOW IT YET? AND WHEN I STEP TO YOU! you wont ever forget YOU SHOULDA KNOWN BY NOW EASY DOES IT... YOU SHOULDA KNOWN BY NOW I WASNT BLUFFIN
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once upon a timeee ; you was never mineee the days passed slow ; free of any crime.... no hate you ; no loving no nothing no fussing, no fucking or substance.. its perfect, the abuse was purpuse and learning.. but never did i mourn this if only the mourning would come... and then i could view a new sun... but nooo .. awake in a gravee ; a long stay ... stay awake every single day each night i count sheep to sleep ; but hear each step that you creep ... it murders me what would i be without you? anything and everything i ever wanted too ... what would i be with you? a hollowed up shell of man... its true its not my destiney; its only chemistry to see my soul in the clouds... event-ually in the mo-ments closest to atonement... its a shame that you will never own it... so close to spirits and the most high; instead you get high, and let the time fly... but i get it , i run too and from you i cry on the days that i know i love you but i promise i will escape to promised land and leave it all behind; if i can but damned if i do, and damned if i dont, damned if i leave, and damned if i wont..-> so the moral of the story is the moment of the glory wasnt worth... the mourning of your sorries but then i think back ; to all the wonder-ful things and the wonderful scenes and the wonderful screams wonder if it was - - a wounderous dream and then i wonder what was everything in between... you and me... coulda been perfect.. but in the end... did we deserve it.. in this life ..only to find purpouse love hell or right, who do you worship god damn i feel it in my earth crest and on this night to die mostly worthless
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HE NINE WORLDZ and ONE SA-CRED TREE PERSONIFIED AS DEE-ITIES ; LISTENING TO SEAS SAIL FREELY HEARS THE GRASS GROW... HAS GOLD TEETH, THE THINGS THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW IM-MENSE BATTLE BE-TWEEN GODS AND ENEMIES, THE EARTH SHAKES LOOOOSE-THE NEEDED** AMMENEDTIES INHABIT HEAVINLY, DRIFT-WOOD MEMORIES TIME ITSELF PRESENTED AS A CYCLICAL MELODY CYNICAL RIVALRIES; TRIVIAL MIDGARD VALKYRIE REMEDIES ; THE AXE IN THE BONEYARD ASSUMED DAGR, MOON AND ITS MATTER MA-NA IN VIALS SIPPED TIL IT BURST BLADDERS CRY-PTIC CIR-CLETS CON-JURE MY PURPOSE CURVED SER-PENTS CURSE THE SKIES WORKINGS SET THE MOON UP TO RECKON THE YEAR... PERCHING HAWK LOOMS WITH GOBLETS OF FEAR DROPLETS OF BLOOD IN... MUDPITS OF HELL SPIKE WALLED CASTLES SPIRAL BUT STILL RUNIC ALPHABET, ONE FIFTY A.D ... SCRIBED ON PAPYRUS AND GIVEN TO ME INTEGRITY OF THE STARRY NORSEMAN
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an od-e to m-y.. cy-stal skies life is a journey and we missed the ride when i look back to define my years.. .. i see that its all been mirrors reflec-tions of my pastt and present.. both i'd escape with-out a question but our pictures are askew you cant elude^^ what you born to do so eye... paint a landscape all anew .. so eye... change the scenery all for you.. so/eye.. move a mountain to cover your grave and send the corodinates out to space.. at the minimum ; they never prove my innocence but i feel it pumping through my heart like my insulin.. im indifferent to everything thats imminent discipline is what you lacking thats whats significant they haunt me... so often wis-dom cant be taught at gunpoint and im just a product of the same choice when it all ends and it will my friends i hope you made amends with all your broken zen simp-il-y, my sym-pa-thy is lacking durability tranquility im seeking in the oceans of humility abilities are sharpened through the grit of volatility but really i was forged in fires of possibilities i caught a milipede and gained its agility creators manifest theyre own reality or falacay i question on the daily but mention not like agony its painted on the faces of all involved in this tragedy... can it be ...a casualty, hits the ground causually a gun on a balance beam ; i lose myself absently blasphemy i scream it to the clouds callously and count my days until they up and cry for my amnesty
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Is it Life, is it True? End of the Day to the new? Autops-ee ; start with the stomach cut open guts ; organs start to plummet.. hmm... this-reminds-me.. of seppu-ku, honor bound voodoo ; sweet scent ; mythikal intent ; small white box sitting on a tray... sharp blade ; sunlight bay ; cherry blossom sway ; origami play ; with one standing in the back ; ready to react ; as soon as you exact aesemon - kashakunin - shogun... death is looming, absolute stone song a slow hand ; is compared to punishment ;... so calculation done at astonishing RATES with the perfect stroke ; the head will fly into the moat blood will spray its an art gallery on display ; beautiful sight spoke into the night ; death seemed alright ancestors plight ; but everything was dead calm tonight village come to watch ; if you so demand ; but usually committed in a solemn grove or den forever insure your etenerally pure ; so I must commend those who endure And its the Old and the New ? And is it life is it through? Is it the moment of truth? Have you faced this dispute? Eye Have... Eye Have... I cant Believe that EYE Cant live to SEE and TELL What the words mean to me.
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ground control calling moonbase 3 im livin ; but im barely livin ; how you be? i say the dark side dont look so dark over here havent seen the sun in over 3 years the smog the fog the plagues the frogs rainin on this earth like a cauldron on the docks... and you say you aint got no trees? well me either ; i can barely breath smoke stack ; fukashima lungs on the coat rack, hold me down til they turn from the blow back what amenities you got on this staion i'm just looking for a simple re-location... not-on-the run ; but maybe i am, you know what its like to "HAVE TO KILL A MAN"? its all in paper ; NY times headline ; the great... c&c caper masked like an airlock putrid with the grave rot sacred is the place that you die and stay fresh lasting effect ; i break glass and flow through cosmos. reactive, plasmids in a long coat most dont ; or wont draw the short straw but when you do? its PRIME time ; thats law god forbid ; renege on an oath to the sacrificial alter followed by halos of smoke in the moments of most ; defined silence is gold-> but i hear the music in molecules ; vibrating my soul in the gravediggers notes ; i read that the dirt is my host so i praise the earth until im a musical ghost
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i found peace in burying my enemies and left mounds that reminded me for centuries of great times and notable worse memories i cant change the fact that thats that... let me paint a picture.. two large pillars ; a mountanous terrain a view of the village a hundred steps -> to the sky temple .. kiss the clooouds lion statues with water running from their mouths... i had a satchel on my back large enough to carry a body with all the bones cracked.... suspicious looks, re-galed with long tales ; of longer journeys, my dog followed the trail sniffin ; laughing ; foolin relaxing. wonder if this really meant the end of our lasting couldnt be! who couldnt see ; that this action was reaction of eternal passion.. whos asking? waterfall basking ; white wavez crashing blood red fashion .. down the pathway with cedar to the left, crumbled castles on the right the stained glass reflected a monster i also saw my mother, shaking her head and crying drained of all colour torches lit my way past the bay when i reached the summit there was a toll to pay... i left my dog barking, and couldnt turn back ; felt the wells of tears ... as my heart cracked ; shed-all worldy things of love but never known this would be so hard .. you cursed me from the satchel; silently and violently... like thrashing animals i still walked solelmy automatically ; i recall my dignity and throw the bag wildly lack all sympathy no movement ; just an image in my mind wind blew threw trees reminding me to climb there was a reason ; a purpouse, i think, my skin started to freeze it was hard to blink blinded by this.. i took another drink swallowed with my ego ; it began to shrink.. the temple seemed to glow a light blue... a hue ; not human ; demoic ; so close to you.. voices appro-aching ; providing choices the decision and deed was complete ; no poison so i left you at the top of the mountain ; and where you laid to rest there sprung a new fountain children played in refreshment ; asylum seeking sanctuary in any place or byway and i reflected ; back to my decision, it was the right one, now your trapped in my prism
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ODD TRANSPARENCY ITS A LOOK AT HIS LIFE WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THESE WORDS YOU KNOW HE STAYS UP AT NIGHT.... DONT SLEEP ON HIS MOON CUZ HE KNOWS ITS NOT RIGHT IN HIS HEART HE HOLDS A KEY TO EVERY SINGLE ROOM.. HIS BENAFACTORS, LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT DUST HIS OWN MOTHER, SAYS HES NOTHING TO TRUST and THATS ON LOVE and thats ON US! WHEN YOU SEE INK ON HIS WRIST YOU KNOW HE WAS WRITING TIL HE BROKE THE BIC INTER-MEDIATE ENCYLA-PEDIATE, HOLD WORDS ON HIS MIND ON ICE IM LEAVING IT. WINDOW TO HIS SOUL.. YOU STARING RIGHT IN... TAKE A LOOK AROUND... THAN YOU FOCUS IN... A BOOK IN THE CORNER, SEEMS TO FLOAT ON AIR WORDS TRAVEL FREELY, TRAVERSE WITHOUT A CARE HOST WITH THE MOST and BOAST LIKE HE THE BOSS STAY FROZEN IN THE COLD NORTH SPITTIN FROZT THE BOOK OPEN UP, and HEAD TOWARDS YOUR SPOT READ A COUPLE WORDS, THAN FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULD STOP A PASSAGE SEEMS TO GLOW, and GRASP AT YOUR HEART IT SAYS .... IT SAYSSS.... REMEMBER WHAT YOU MUST DO... WHEN THEY UNDERVALUE YOU... REMEMBER WHAT YOU MUST FEEL... WHEN THEY DONT HEAL WOUNDS.. IMMACULATE, SMACK A HOE INNACURATE RE-ARANGE FACIAL FEATURES, AND PUT EM BACK AGAIN HA HA HA I CANT BREATHE~ I SAY I DONT CARE, BUT YOU SAID YOUD NEVER LEAVE... OH - MY - GOD... THEY - FOUND - MY - BOOK - OF - RHYMEZ YOU DIDNT READ THIS ONE OUT LOUD DID YA? BETTER TELL ME NOW LISTEN... OPEN UP PORTALS AND THROW PORTALS IN EM SPREAD ACROSS THE UNIVERSE LIKE LUNAR CYCLE BOOTY THIRST HOOPIN WITH THE FUJIS IN FILMS ABOUT MESHINAS CURSE STRANGE DEATH, WHITES THE NEW BLACK WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS ... HEARS A NEW TRACK LISTEN VERY CLOSE, FEEL IT TINGLE IN THE BACK SENSES OVERLOAD, DIDNT SAY IT WAS A FACT OH! YOU FUCKIN RACIST... WHAT CAUSE I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE? I THINK THAT MEANS IM FACELESS BUT YOU FUCKING PRIVLEDGED... IM PRIVLEDGED HOW? IM JUST ALIVE.. AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT I COULD DIE. I REALLY DONT FUCKING CARE, I REALLY DONT. IM SCARED IN MOMENTS, THAT I FEEL ALIVE THE MOST DAMN SUN THATS FUCKED UP... THIS ALL SPAWNED FROM THEM OPENING YOUR RHYME BOOK UP IF ITS THAT BIG OF A DEAL, JUST HIT THE FIREPLACE UP BURN ALL THE PAGES LIKE YOU NEVA GAVE A FUCK
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It spread regardless of the onlooker. A tepid introduction to the end, and a sonic abbreviation for a rarely heard extract of art. Celestial to this day, spoke his mental library into a blurry existence, while Cerebral unnervingly distorted the sounds of what we deemed acceptable or not. Through cosmic growth and debilitating exacting, the next chapter of this infinite book was written in an eviscerated absolution. Unalike though we are all A-alike. Plausibly the closest Celestial ever got to telling a fraction of his story, imbued in an undeniable swampy nature. Thick - Claustrophobic - Horrifying - Distasteful - Abrasive - Wonderful - Beautiful - Awe[some] - Synchronistic - but mostly sacrificial. The Prime Sithesizah has always enacted a sound in which I found all of these descriptors ; and I am proud to make this Journey together. To where you ask? We travel to the Ocean Wide Obelisk. And there is no telling what was seen, nor what is to come.

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Written & Mixed by : MENES the Pharaoh
Produced by : The Prime Sithesizah [ Minus Skits ]
Mastered by : ClymaX
Artwork by : MARS GATE

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