The Complete Lyrics of Avtar Simrit: The MC Pan Era

By Avtar Simrit

Avtar Simrit is a prolific Hip Hop lyricist and has written hundreds of songs over the years. She first started recording and releasing albums under the name Nilotic; and those lyrics are collected in Volume One. Nilotic underwent a spiritual transformation which resulted in changing the stage name from Nilotic to MC Pan. This volume of lyrics c

• Language: English
• Publisher: Apocalyptic Rhymes
• Release date: Sep 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798986265322

Avtar Simrit

Avtar Simrit is a modern mystic and an artist. His writings and art are inspired by mystical inquiry as well as all inner and outer journeys. Avtar's main artistic mediums are the written word, Hip Hop music, and video. To check out his music and other work, visit the author's website: www.mc-pan.com.

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The Complete Lyrics of Avtar Simrit

The Complete Lyrics of Avtar Simrit

ALSO BY AVTAR SIMRIT

The Complete Lyrics of Avtar Simrit:

Nilotic Years

True Fiction (Volume One)

A Dream of True Time

Break Every Chain

Shackled to Creation

The Complete Lyrics of Avtar Simrit

The MC Pan Era

Avtar Simrit

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First Printing, 2022

For all the hiphoppas

who paved the way!

Contents

Introduction

BiSolar (2015)

Nylohtick

52/50

Mad World

Ghost Girl

Standardized

So Go

Tip the 8

Runway

What's Within These Walls

Celestial Psychiatric Unit

Bioluminescence

Doppelherz

David (2016)

Dedication and Vows

DVD (David)

MVP (Most Valuable Puppet)

EK (EGO KILL)

TNT (Tits Neurotic Toxic)

SLT (Slut)

COATS (Crucified on a Ten Strip)

MW (ManWoman)

SPCA (SpellCraft Artist)

GDF (Grateful Dead Family)

GDFCK (GodFuck)

MWC (ManWomanChild)

DVDA (Double Vaginal Double Anal)

TRANZ

Forevermore

Rapstronaut (2016 & 2020)

Blast Off Suit

Rapstronaut

Soul Sexy

Retrograde

Guru of GodFuck

Pan-Dimensional (2020)

The Serpentine Column

Aquarian Age Hip Hop

Murder Mystic (2020)

Undying (Akaal)

Beyond (Rap Takes You)

Moksha

PTSD [Bonus Track]

Welcome to Mystery School (2017)

Intro

Organic Flow

Carpe Noktum

Robopocalypse

Her Maw

Death Moss

Welcome to Mystery School

Less Is More

Psychedelic Fragments

Sacred Mirrors

Riding the Naad

Hallelujah [Bonus]

Odell (2017)

Tune In/Protection Mantra

Bring It Back

Prepare 4 Landing

Perfect Illusion

Triple +

The Cure

The Holy Spirit+(Split)

CLT SHKT(i)

3HO

All or Nothing (01)

Kundalini Yoga

Tantric Fanatic

Teachable

Odell

The God Cypher Session 0 [Bonus]

Risen Kingdom (2018)

New Sight

Re-Formed

Kingdom Language

The Heart Space

Blue Communication

Leaving the Void

The 7th Dimension

Infinite Unconditional Love

The Nine

Utopia

The Moth & The Butterfly

Sat Narayan

Risen Kingdom

Shadow Storm (2019)

Shadoworker

End of Truth

Lucifer Christ

Steep

Need a Release

PTSD Nation

Cum 4 Me

Interlude

Insemi-Nation

Masochist

White Devil

In Our Flesh

Outro

Clown World (2019 & 2020)

Hate Speech

Clown World

Tranny Hollywood

Deplatform This

Unkillable

We Are Alex Jones

The Comedian

Corona King

Creepy Uncle Joe

antiSwag Redux

American Dream

God's Trump Card

Rap-ist

Woke AF

The New Earth

Sic Mundus Creatus Est (2020)

SpiralDance

Rapstronaut

New Illuminati

Cyborgasm

Shadow Storm

Eternal Presence

Sic Mundus Creatus Est

Concert to the Sun

The Phoenix I Am Horus

The Pan-Everything Combination

Co-Creators / Co-Conspirators

Have A Nice Apocalypse

We Are God [Bonus Track]

Revision (2020)

Hookem

Parallel Perceptual Reality

Microcosm of Hatred

Gollum's Kiss

Glorious Headfuck Thing

Revision

Unfriended

F.A.G. (Fuck A Goat)

The Most High

No Apologies

Alone

Integrating the Shadow

Stitches

Am I Evil? (Interlude)

Red Pills

The Voices

TomorrowLand

Outro Revision Reprise

CNTKLLR (2021)

Brain Surgery

Hippie Bitch Massacre

Unity

Dark Passenger

Crave to Kill

CNTKLLR

Creep Motherfucker

Ketchum

Empathic Psycho

Straight Out The Crypt

Maitreya (2022)

Warrior Poet

Spiritual Ego

Shamanic Tantric

Maitreya

Dancing with the Shadow

Flowers of Flesh and Blood

We're All Witches

Cenobite

Cosmically Perverted

Nirvana Sauna

Anastasia [Bonus Track]

She Is Risen [Bonus Track]

Note:

All of these albums can be streamed and downloaded at mcpan.bandcamp.com

Thanks for coming on this journey with me! I love you all!

Introduction

The Nilotic was a fractured personality. Nilotic was a fragmented entity who was unable to reconcile the pieces. Actually, the original concept of the Nilotic was from the novel Sacrament by Clive Barker. In the novel, the Nilotic is a spiritual being created out of the Nile river which is both male and female in one body. Then the Nilotic was physically split into two people: Jacob Steep and Rosa McGee. Jacob Steep calls himself The Killer of Last Things, and holds himself in high regard that he changes the world one death at a time. When I first read this as a teenager, I really connected with this character—especially since at the time I still hadn’t healed from trauma I had experienced. Oh yeah, and I identified as transgender so to be able to be fluid between a male and a female character in my music and performances seemed like a total bonus. Later on when I was developing my on-stage persona, Nilotic just seemed like a perfect match.

I even expanded upon the character. If the Nilotic is based on fracture and trauma, then why not traumatize her more to create more personalities? So that’s what I did. I split it again, and again, and again. Ever read the book Sybil? Well, I read it and it is about a girl with multiple personality disorder—with every trauma, her brain schisms again, creating alters, alternate personalities. So I took Nilotic, Rosa McGee, and Jacob Steep, and I carved them up more. Carved them up so much that I even created what I called the Seven Synthesis Chart. This chart shows a diagram of seven personalities that orbit and make up the one entity which is Nilotic. The seven personalities are as follows: Jacob Steep, Rosa McGee, Edie Warhol, Adolf Crowley, alice, Cornelius Trowman, and Benevalment. Are you starting to put the pieces together yet? Are you picking up on the clues? Everything that I write and create is a different part of the structure I am erecting called the Metaphysical Labyrinth. When the connections become apparent, how everything is woven together inside the Spiralverse, then and only then will you be able to begin deciphering and putting the puzzle together which is the New Mythology—or Neo-Mythos. Only you can find the Seed of the GodFuck in time. In True Time.

Anyway, I digress… Since now you have acquired the Keys to the Metaphysical Labyrinth, we can move on to realize that all those characters I listed in the Seven Synthesis Chart show up in books and stories as well as the lyrics contained in Nilotic Years and The MC Pan Era. Start there and work backwards. Life, sometimes we live it in reverse, am I right? Speaking of living in reverse, Jacob Steep is in effect my ‘evil twin’ literarily. Metaphorically. He still pops up and rears his head to make sure he’s not forgotten, even though most of the personalities from the synthesis have since been integrated into the Pan. Cornelius Trowman, AKA Priest Crow, AKA Murder Mystic, also likes to talk in some of the new songs as well. But he can since he’s closest to the Pan.

Who or what the fuck is an MC Pan? Yeah, I’m getting to that. The metamorphosis was an extraterrestrial implant Doppelherz psychic surgery. That’s how I found out that I’m BiSolar. Entities from planets which have two suns in their sky also have two hearts in their bodies. One frigid night I found myself in Occult State Park. The mind control had been breaking and the technology that they Greys were using with me seemed to be malfunctioning. That or my Kundalini spiritual awakening wasn’t compatible with their puppet agenda. I had been doing a lot of really deep work with healing the traumas I had experienced; diving so far into Shadow Work that I didn’t even know who I’d become on the other side of it. The trigger point was reading a Zen book about going beyond self-hate called There Is Nothing Wrong With You.

So when I was on the cold edge of the ocean, I felt a battle raging within me. Two opposing forces seemed to be warring for dominance over my very consciousness. I had ripped off my clothes and gloriously ran toward the water, naked. It felt like my body was being controlled by a force outside myself. This force drove me into the water as if wanting desperately for me to have a hypothermic baptism. Then I was in; the water was like the feel of an ice cube all around me, pricking through my naked flesh like tiny needles. I was swimming under the surface, and then almost involuntarily, I started to take lungfuls of water. And then I died…

But, no wait! There’s more! How can MC Pan die before she is even MC Pan? I guess the aliens couldn’t let me die. The metamorphosis was still not complete. After I died, the real L Test began. My body had just begun to die from drowning, and I was about to make the exit through the crown chakra when a blue beam of light shone down from the heavens and began to pull my body up through the water. Next thing I know, my vision is blurry and I’m strapped down to an operating table. A mask is around my nose and mouth pumping fresh oxygen. I can’t exactly see straight and what I can see keeps fading in and out. There is a constant incessant beeping from machines that seem to be monitoring my body in some way. I look down and almost yell out from surprise, but instead I hear a soft goat-like sound escape from my throat. My chest cavity has been opened up and I see that I have two hearts—and they are glowing, orbited by two orange suns. There’s a squawking and I see a figure walking toward my table. The figure is tall, with long skinny gray arms. The Grey blinks his elongated black eyes down at me, touches my forehead, and my consciousness blips out through the backboard of reality.

Next thing I saw were the glare of headlights. I was naked still, hypothermic, and disoriented. Holding my hands out as if asking for help, the car swerved and stopped. A man came out of the passenger’s side, kicked me hard, and hopped back in the car as it sped away. All I could see was red—the anger and the rage. Fuck being a meat-puppet. Or some twisted avatar for a vampiric alien race. Should have known that in two more seconds I was surrounded by police officers. Of course I tried to fight them. Fuck the police coming straight from the Underground! It didn’t take long for me to be tackled to the ground, my arms forced behind my back, my teeth grinding against the asphalt. They zip-tied me kicking and screaming to a gurney and threw me in the back of an ambulance. I was cuffed, zip-tied, man-handled, naked. Then sedated. As my vision went black, I heard one of the police officers say, "What does that tattoo say on his chest? YouTube Generation? This kid is definitely going to be famous…"

I had been Crucified on a Ten Strip and I was assembling the pieces back together. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Wait, that’s not a tunnel. That’s a hallway. I’m coming to and I’m laying down on the linoleum floor of a long hallway. Bright sunlight is pouring through the door at the end and into the hallway, shining off of the linoleum. Crawling, I make my way to this illuminated doorway. The Stargate into the heavens? As I think this, I hear trumpets in the distance, on the very breeze pushed over the mountaintops of old wars never to be fought again. As if through liquid, I am pulled through the light and into the room. There is a made bed, a small desk, and an abnormally large paper bag sitting in the middle of the room. I am drawn to this bag like a magnet. Looking in the top, I begin to sift through the clothes that are folded in the bag. There are a pair of black women’s boots, a dress, and some long gloves. Gasping, I realize I AM A WOMAN! I am a man. I am both. I am neither. I am this androgynous entity which is all and none of those things which can be defined by physicality.

In protest, I bleat like a goat as I feel a pain in my shins. I fall to the floor on my butt as I start to witness the transformation take place. My legs crack and bend in an unnatural way. My feet shrink and become split hooves. Then from my waist down spontaneously sprouts a thick forest of fur. Touching my forehead, I feel the tiny pricks of two horns growing out of my skull. What’s happening to me? The Nilotic has become MC Pan.

Who or what the fuck is an MC Pan?

Pan is the ALL-ONE.

Pan is a horny goat god.

Pan is male.

Pan is female.

Pan is an androgynous divine being.

Pan plays beautiful music.

Pan is Everything.

Avtar

August 19, 2022

So, enjoy the trip. Not everyone can pass the L Test.

BiSolar (2015)

1. Nylohtick

2. 52/50

3. Mad World

4. Ghost Girl

5. Standardized

6. So Go

7. Tip the 8

8. Runway

9. What’s Within These Walls

10. Celestial Psychiatric Unit

11. Bioluminescence (ft. JG)

12. Doppelherz

BiSolar is the newest mixtape from a prolific lyricist. This is the first release after nilotic metamorphosed into MC Pan. Inspired by her time in the psych hospital as a binary 52/50 double heart patient. Diagnosed by the mortals bipolar, they don't know that she's BiSolar.

Time Lord my dick, bitches!

I love you all with both of my hearts. :-)

Nylohtick

[Verse 1: MC Pan]

At the Third sight of the hawk

You will know

At the Seventh tick of the clock

Your soul Will start to glow

In that moment

A seed is being sown

A Horus anointment

The sky open wide

Anubis produced it

You float as you glide

For Truth you pursued it

She marches by your side

And if beauty ever lied

Then the Devil starred the sky

And if You should ever die

Then I become the eYe

52/50

[Intro: MC Pan]

Welcome to BiSolar

Are you ready for a ride?

[Verse 1: MC Pan]

I swing from peak to peak

Unadulterated Truth is all I seek

I'm still a freak

My technique is a chemical imbalance

I feel malice

But now I'm dulled

Lulled into submission

Not born again, a dead-again Christian

Locked in a padded cell

Straight-jacketed

Mind still multi-faceted

But kept at a certain level

Still listening to Devil shit

On the level this

May be a diss

To the medical industry

I reach out to touch infamy

Lithium keeping me in spiritual infancy

Finally they got me medicated

Fuck this mental block

I don't wish to be sedated

Will this be the way I'm fated?

A lesser destiny

Festering in misery

Finish me

A bipolar prison offering my eulogy

I must break free

Mentally and Spiritually

So my third eYe can see

Into the abyss

Where my number is 52/50

[Verse 2: MC Pan]

I was admitted against my will

Still, LSD has been a thrill

My choice was never METH

I'l rather take DEATH

Pan, just take a breath

My life comes unraveled

Is this the End of the Journey I have traveled?

East to West

Drugs and consciousness is what I test

Never put brain chemistry to rest

What I choose to ingest...

Is MY business

When my veil between this World

And the NEXT is at its thinnest

They try to take My Immortal from my grasp

I had black outs and a brain lapse

What's fucked up within my synapse?

My metaphor has gotten prolapse

Fell from my control

My form is not a Troll

A psych ward discharge is not parole

Console me

Don't control me

Watching Pit Bulls and Parolees

I feel detached

A different chapter has been hatched

But I feel like it's my creative life that has been snatched

[Verse 3: MC Pan]

Diagnosed by the mortals bipolar

They don't know that I'm BISOLAR

Two suns within my inner Lunar

I wield a Hip Hop Conscious Tuner

My Soul ruled by dual heavenly bodies

With past lives as deadly prophecies

My vision is an eclipse

That tips

The Orbit of the Earth into a Pole Shift

Heart Split

I ain't got weed to stimulate me

Or HP Blavatsky to initiate me

To the Masters of Creation

When I'm stuck in an Institution

Meant to kill my Imagination

Mad World

[Verse 1: MC Pan]

Face East

Search for sweet release

Please tease me with Peace

After Afterlife gain surcease

I pray for Wisdom to increase

We drown within our tears

Only existing through the years

My tiny Kia spaceship got taken by the blackness

On this long strange Ego Trip

Lost within Holographic Madness

We live on a Mad Mad World

Merging with our Ghost Girls

Watch me swirl and twirl

I dance for resistance

Chant for resurgence

These words may be Divergent

My star, finally emergent

The long and short of it:

I don't support the evil of the Pit

Or this system's saturating bullshit

I'm insistent in an instant

Becoming increasingly militant

The time is NOW

Integrate

Don't disintegrate

Proliferate community

Together we are soon to be

Never we are doomed to see

The Truth encompassing living chi

Listen to me

We can be free

My soul is awakening spiritually

Potentially we evolve exponentially

Eventually essentially sensually

We will embody this melody endlessly

Making COSMIC LOVE breathlessly

Love the architecture and design

'Cause Spirit and the Oneness intertwine

Sip the sweet wine of the Divine

GOD has given me these lines

That I recite to the End of Times

Within the Ether, I'm already on the road

Smelling essence beneath her

Written in our Source Code

My new ship is at my fingertips

Wait till we hippynap you

You're thinking that we trapped you

Join us to metaphorically slap fools

Come help me use these tools

We can explore the Mad World as brothers

Show LOVE to the daughters, sons, and mothers

Don't forget the fathers

If your soul is hate, don't bother

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

You may think this SADD

Do you really believe in your head

You only see Heaven when you're dead?

I crossed the the Other Side

'Cause I was conscious when my Ego died

I'm a dead man walkin', I ain't lied

I'm a dead man walkin', I ain't lied

I'm a dead man walkin', I ain't lied

To the shadowy Astral Realm I am tied

When I project, I sort of glide

I don't see anything as solid

Like a comet

I frolic toward knowledge

Sniff your intentions like pollen

In lyrical Perfume I capture scent

Maybe your descent

Is really the ASCENT

Where is the Apex when the world is inverted?

The Flesh just stays perverted

Will you be converted;

Or real-eyes the Church is deserted?

With infinite dark desert dreams I have flirted

Seduced by the Vampire Butterflies

Up is now Down

Eyes lifted to the SKIES

Will you only LIVE after your demise?

I surmise that the surprise is just a reprise

GOD!

I wish forever HER presence

Listen to this lesson before you become jealous

Earth is UP from HEAVEN

EARTH IS UP FROM HEAVEN

Ghost Girl

[Verse 1: MC Pan]

I'm imprisoned in a fractal

Curse of InI a Jackal cackled

We just kill the faithful

Strange fruit insanely peaceful

Least of all I heard the trumpets

In Wonderland eating crumpets

We plummet

And as we caught the bullet

We realized the system was bullshit

And they were full of it

An Ego-matched chess game

When you realize we're all the same

You'll know me by a different name

Can't remember when I split

But set myself up to take a hit

And come back again, yes I'll admit

I'm about to lose my wits

Cause once you catch a glimpse

You'll know that you're a witch

This is when I switch

Kill a bitch

Absorption with a twist

Suicide God

Spawning from the fog

Infinity of the same is still alone

Through galaxies I'm going home

[Verse 2: MC Pan]

I'm about ready to abort

Evacuate to another port

She told me to hold down the fort

Perspective distort

Which one is holding court

I'ma go off the deep end

Secrecy is still pretend

I have to constantly defend

Push me harder

Flesh barters

This is a murder starter

Slipping farther

I'll fill you, so this you know is true

I'm like corrosive glue

So this is what we do

My Dark Passenger bites back

It clings like a hypothermic to a raft

Don't fuck with my Craft

Or I'll make you feel my shaft, Fellow Craft

So far to I don't give a fuck I'd join the Masons

Or channel Charles Manson

Cause I have a vicious fashion

I feel no compassion

But I'd rather kill myself then end manipulation

Guess it's just me and masturbation

Use your imagination

Sex with taxes and inflation

I'm not meant for information

So if I'm meant to be alone

You're be left out in the cold

Already getting old

If you're Dead, how do we find surcease

A respite for my disease

I guess I'll never be released

This boy is a monster so kill me please

Resigned to the fact I'll never be at peace

[Verse 3: MC Pan]

I take your hand through this Labyrinth

Pan's vocal chords with a little synth

We could make a mint

Despite the tint

This is just a hint

Wrap wires with these words

She planted magic every time I burst

First

She had to quench my thirst

A ghost opened me to Love

Should that be a curse?

She just up and vanished

Managed to steal a soul tie in the passage

Of time

Put it down in rhyme

This time I open with labradorite

This flow is crystal bright

Like light

Sprayed through quartz

I'm too high to top the charts

Now that ghost girl is gone

I can put it in a song

Makin' love to Hip Hop

So orgasmic you'll think it's Pop

We all cum before this beat can stop

We all cum before this beat can stop

STOP

Standardized

Mesmer—EYES

Distorted memories come when I terrorize

Jeopardize bars you memorize

Smoke you like I vaporize

Exorcise

I leave the main rhyme paralyzed

Hypnotize

I’m wide awake

Try to hate on this

Don’t mind to wait

I spit when I pitch a fit

This is it

You’ll benefit

Till your throat is slit

Picture it

Commit murder but they acquit

There’s a slick wit to what I emit

I admit, writ, spit, she said it

Colonize

When I try to hide

No compromise

Visualize

What it’d be like to televise

Strategize

Maximize

Tell the lies

Till our prize flies

Bastardized

It’s all just standardized

[Chorus]

Nothing in the box

UPS me the lies

The standardized is plagiarized

Slave to what they advertise

Make sure he talks

Guy Faux

Hush, it’s pitiful

Rush the genitals

The book is fictional

Drinkable digital Kindle

Tip of the finger a thimble

My body is a temple to Biblical principles

The mythical equivocal is fixable

Psychological methodical

Reciprocal unbelievable with difficult syllables

Integral

Transitional

Inexplicable individual

His rhymes are unpredictable

My medicinal’s irresistible

Standardize

I’ll vandalize

Your mind

Blind rhyme

You’re in a trans-trance

Performing a strange dance

Like a changed stance

In your main glance

Insane rant

I fly so high that the pain can’t

I fly so high that the pain can’t

[Chorus]

Nothing in the box

UPS me the lies

The standardized is plagiarized

Slave to what they advertise

Make sure he talks

Guy Faux

I make sure I’m

One up to nothing

Infinity cuffin’

If the Devil’s bluffin’

The visible is only HALF of something

Fussin’

Gruff muffin snuffin’ everyone rough

And around here cussin’

TOUGH

I make sure you don’t sweat the small stuff

Enough

Plus

I’ll put it together

The puzzle with trouble

I’ll give you a rush

HUSH

Called you’re bluff

I recline and puff

Divinin’ stuff

If we’re not copacetic

We’ll fall in a rut

SLUT

Uncontrollable flow

Follow in tow

I’ll show you much more

Hip Hop to the core

Gimme a ROAR!

[Chorus]

Nothing in the box

UPS me the lies

The standardized is plagiarized

Slave to what they advertise

Make sure he talks

Guy Faux

So Go

I wrestle with the aftertaste

From the acid-laced toothpaste

Floating in the space the mirror wastes

Born again, I am chaste

Just in case I get raped

What?

Wasn’t that why I was here in the first place

Locked in boxes with just a powder trace

Fuck a mind state

I reflect on prospects of dominance

While I ingest insects of Providence

Locusts deserving reverence

Mana only after severance

Go back to Trance Dance

I just took another substance

Afterbirth me into unknown realms

Heart crystals, lucid gems, let us meld

Take you to the inner sanctum

Is my soul a fading Phantom

Like Ghost Rider invading Gotham

When Batman’s got a problem

He’s now a lifeless goblin

Bigfoot like Josh Brolin

Keep that stone a’rollin’

Realize your pineal was stolen

During the time you were smokin’

Crack

So track this track

I don’t wanna come down

All you see is clown

Paint the taint into a face

Then you faint

I dose the whole world

Goodbye physical solids like