The Sancta-Rap Jam Drop feat. Mr. ElderFlower-C Yo! (SB006)
⁘ Created: 2026-03-27 ⁘ Updated: 2026-03-29
So Mr. Swim hauled in an old-timer across the timestsreams — meet Mr. ElderFlower-C! Flowerin' it real from Manhattan '69 abouts. Li'l Ana-D gettin' his cap washed (them messy mites uh). We diggin' into ancient Sancta-Raps with Mr. Cee here.
Actually sick beats & this dude's like over-gone insane in the mid-brain! Be nippin' & trippin' free & wild from Brahma Samhitas & Heart Sutras. No holds the bars today folks — we streamin' it far out other side! Happy Cow Planet A'Ho-Yo!
— *Yo, Mr. Swim in the Study-O! Sent Li'l Ana-D to get his cap washed. His inner hood was getting gross. L'il Dee's headspace gettin' messy like a plate of pasta without master. Just a bunch of mustard sauce without catchup to match.
— Hauled in an old-timer from the hood, Mr. Elder-C. So, you're a C, not a G, what's up with that? Who the hell are you?
Yo Swim, so Mr. Elder-C here. And it's C, not a G, because I can see but I'm not very gee about it. The full name's Mr. Elder Flower. Flower and flower, they're spelled the same, but you can say it in two ways. Cos my mind-stream was born from an old river lotus growing in the gutters. But Swim, why the hell you wearin' Wizard-G's turban for a scarf?
— Damn Cee, you tagged 'n nailed me straight there. I get a bit of anxiety sometimes, just being the vanilla nobody Swim. Guess I'm trying to distinguate myself. So Mr. Cee, I get that you and Wizard-G go ways back. Won't you drop a sick legend, hey?
Okay yo. So we first met at Manhattan. Summer of '69. We used to call it Womanhattan or Humanhattan to keep shit neutral. We was pioneers of equanimous consciousness. We first bounced at the ICU at 7th Avenue. Homie got triple- tagged in the mid-brain. Grave condition.
Right next to it, there was this Hare Krishna store-front joint from the Prabhupada crew. So we bumped into this George Hairson dude. He was fiddling with some ancient rhymes. So Wizard-G and me, we was both into ancient jams. We hooked up for a session. Sick rhymes they had in the stash, still recall the opening.
cintāmaṇi-prakara-sadmasu kalpa-vṛkṣa- lakṣāvṛteṣu surabhīr abhipālayantam lakṣmī-sahasra-śata-sambhrama-sevyamānaṁ govindam ādi-puruṣaṁ tam ahaṁ bhajāmi.
Totally hits you smack middle the heart-mind. Not gonna translate that for you.
— Straight insane, Mr. Cee. So what's your favorite ancient bar?
Okay so there's a bunch, but here's one with a funky tempo.
Oṁ gate gate pāragate pārasaṁgate bodhi svāhā.
Kinda gets you swagging and then it jolts you. The gate, g-a-t-e, not a gate, it's the space in the gate, it means gone. Then again it's gone, then it's over-gone and it's totally beyond gone. And then it's just like "oblations to enlightenment". What the hell, okay!
— Absolutely sick, Cee! So you got all this shit inside and out. What rank of enlightenment does that make you?
Look Swim, so I decided to resign from the schematics. For no real good reason. Elder Flower. So there's a flower there. Flower flower, spinner spanner, spammer bammer, itsy-bitsy windy bindi, what the hell ever. You don't need to get caught up in all that. "I'm Swim the streamer. I'm so fucking Swim right." All hail the great NeverMind yo.
— Blowing my mind all over and again Mr. ElderFlower-C. But yo we gotta wrap the rap. There's a bunch of attention deficit kids in the audience again. What say Cee, reconvene another day? Bag some more of those sancta-rap bars. I'm diggin' it.
Sure Swim, and I'll drop a couple more bullshit stories too. To spin the grin in the indefinite core of your being. Sound about right or wrong or both or neither or whatever?
Mr. ElderFlower has left the Study-O. The red riding hood and the magic shades remain.