(first part freestyle transcribed) something like a melody miracle something within the spiritual yup I’m getting lost in this shit bitch I’m too legit to quit I’m too legit to commit to reality all my realms of wit I rend you apart at the shit tear you apart at the seams bitch you can’t even see past these dreams im spittin in the scenes between the scenes the moments between the moments im goin on and I own this bitch I hone dis sense of perspective ya I elect to repeat the conjecture projected can’t protect it bitch I’m up next in this procession check tha method check tha blessing if u reckon ur perspective is the best, son you don’t even know shit you don’t even know what I really be seeing perceiving believing you can’t conceive of the conceit the deceit the words that I decry my mind my self the spiritual side of life just a motherfuckin trickster archetype im broken in the light of the day and the night darkness alight I might find another path find another wrath another person to perceive my own existence at that I lack past perspective no empathy I’m just dejected check it motherfucker and u might just reckon you might see the reason what I let in what I let out what I give in when I’m givin about I’m just so devout to the rhyme and the rhythm I just haven’t designed something past the schism inside I’m inside my mind inside my wealth of my own personal hell well ain’t it all swell it’s all nice on ice alright I might just fight all night to right the wrongs of the world and set the temple alight crown heights blazin 2 da sky yea checc da method im jus trynna say u better check what I’m blessin no gnosis left to perceive in the moments oh just own this bonus it’s on the onus of responsibility the locus and the motility of the self infertility I’m just lost in a sea I’m confused believe no reprieve nothing granted nothing to see bring it to another day bring it to another reality inside me I’m trippin I’m spittin wisdom in the systems bringing the schisms within allergic to your symptoms of ignoring this shit you don’t even perceive the wisdom within I gotta say it again and again you can’t be free if you don’t believe if you can’t conceive the realms of me you don’t see nothing is Given nothing is just there for you to be unless you fuccin take it and believe to see yourself what you gotta breathe in the moment I’m flowing towards some ooo I’m just in the moment something something perspective I wrecked wrecked wrecked it I can’t quite check it ayo first comes first no disrespect but that bein said i got ya wits in check condense ya text and consume the mess just for some sense to guess what’s next some posture to present and profess puns and punches an impostor projects but don’t think you got a facade stronger than the things i brought along, sir or ma’am but it ain’t like i give a damn bout the perspective of self u command; you wanna be fake, but make no mistake the sincerity in your attempt pervades the absurd ways of probability waves collapsing to classic ways, past this phase “im the worst you could imagine” in a phrase my mind a hearse to abaddon condemned to play forever in a game they never bothered to say what the rules is much to my dismay just like the feeling u might reveal when it’s ABADDON i can’t pronounce foreal i got a bad speech impediment to conceal: i can’t say something that ya mind can feel cos I don’t feel shit myself on the real empty inside like that hollow steel tip I got waiting to break the seal make a deal wit ya: i won’t keep goin on if you could maybe throw some songs out to the world with some thought you should’ve brought before you got caught wit ya mind in the past and shit: ya rhymes condemn a path towards sincerity do you need more clarity open ya eyes and just drop the temerity that’s that SWAG in case you didn’t know cos i know u assume your audience couldn’t hope to figure it out without you giving a scope and some wallhacks to assist the trope of your words meaning anything beyond a joke just like mine i guess we all beyond hope but hey I honestly just can’t deny the way I constantly demand ya mind nor the bullshit I spit to define myself as an impostor doin time and the living’s almost sublime see I stole pop culture to remind you that i really truly can’t even rhyme or even be original, the original crime actin like im the first to have divined the giants whose shoulders I’ve managed to climb some titans to bolster my damaged design demanding deference to demonstrate decline defending a death sentence left undefined intentionally vague and left blank on the page so I can fill it in once I’ve played my piece my part, just a voice of art if u gonna be fake well hey that’s fine just be sincere about the shit you rhyme this ain’t about status or tactics not making moves, not spittin classics it’s all about practice, gettin past the vastness of the expanse of glory and status you wanna be the best, do it then and pull that intent from deep within keep spittin but I hope that you know these visions just a trope: do not pass go do not collect ya shit cos you prolly owe yourself a new choice that’ll help u grow grind and flow keep them rhymes in tow but never forget that you just another soul another failure to shift the show to ya favor so they can savor the glow of ya presence through who seemin to spit a flow all in essence: do u even lift bro? im not rly a rapper just some backwards chapter playin in reverse after the latter perspective inverted the gray matter on the concrete i stay splattered connected in absurd ways on the ladder of jacob in some helical strand scattered cerebral plans lost in the ether forever after can't you hear the laughter ringing past your ears it's my soul that's leaking fears and ringing through the years lost as a blind seer i find here is too transient to adhere but my mind lost in adsorption assigned to the apportioned divine im chokin on the time im smokin from the dime broken of pride the words flowin like the tide of an ocean of mind rote repetition consigned man you heard the worst rhymes ever right every time I type another fake reality alight im a snake in the grass shake and bake to dat ass dirty dope take a pass in ya veins from the glass to the shame that won't last till you can't refrain from a blast another rhyme another line another shot another time it's all an addiction and a schism within the condition of the human mission lost missin in the vision of commitment be it chemical or condensed wit convince this thought to change and then converse wit da sun and da wind to begin breathe in breathe out spend another second now what's left to even feel what is this life about what is this rhyme about what is this line about some shit i can't quite explain within or without some sin for the devout a path to spin down the route past to future the distinction is the suture entrapment in the moment lost and im the loser confused, sure but im still gonna keep tryin cos that's the addiction im livin the lie in I gots my pipe but I gots no light, no sleight of hand disbands reality and that's that I can't spark my trees, bitch please, I gotta spark it right here, watch me do it with ease; shake ya like a quake when I vape, and don my swagger like a cape, Half baked? Fully late to state, More like well done, I'm there, son; I'm done, time for another one, Blunts in my bag, and so one I grab, Then toke up higher than the bombs over Baghdad, Bring the pain, I ain't laggin, just a drag To my lungs where I feel the lag, My head feels like its startin' to sag, But I hit it like Riddick on a bad day, I'm breakin' in ya house, scating ya spouse, Kamikaze ninja through the window like a panzerfaust, I raid ya kitchen while ya bitchin', Snitchin' and quittin', I'm sittin', This food tastes like shit, what the fuck, Punk bitch better reconcile this, My food better be good next time, trick, I'm sick of ya shit, so zip ya lip, 'fore I up and bust ya shit, I'm lit, But that was just a high dream, I glean, Gotta take another puff of that dankest green, And get to my scene on the big screen, Scream my word to the serene and insane, My brain is cloudy from the Mary Jane, I think I need a cig, cuz mayne, Gotta clear my mind and play y game, Play yo role, roll or load ya bowl, And smoke to this, it's in ya soul, Stickier than the stickiest you've been sold, Pack up a fat bowl and lemme see you roll, Stick by my side and I'll show ya how to glow, Welcome to my world, off the record. I'm feelin fucked up, stuck, Got the bump bump in my trunk, Next person to test me is outta luck, I really gives no fuck, my loaded gun Cocked and ready to bust back, what? Fuck ya' sluts, you out fuckin' butts, I'm spittin out rhymes in complicated times, But I opine by design, now rewind, Your life's a crime, why you cryin'? Hit a nerve? I oughta skullfuck you, Gouge out your eyes, leave you blind, For trynna rhyme like mine, your time Is up, get off the mic before the next line, Or call me the SS, I'm killing' your kind It's a crime you were born, but hey, I can fix that crime, no pay, No fee when I split ya head with fervor, Make cracks appear in it further, Then rip ya skull out hither, I'll use it to sip my liquor, Bitch, you chokin schwag But I got dro in my bag, Turn ya heart into a bubbler, And smoke till I see black, I'll break ya mic hand in countless places, For each of all of your disgraces, Grip a mic again and you be facin it, I got my 357 and ya head is where I'm placin' it, Still steady talkin shit? Try me, trick, Cause with me, it's BOOM BOOM CLICK, Lucky you, gotta reload my clip. ... Hole in ya head bigger than my dick, Oh, my bad, ask ya chick, the bitch Done swallowed every last bit from it, Damn near died chokin, what a pity, shit, But bitches ain't shit, all we got is the rhyme, And you wanna talk shit? Ya done ran outta time, But I don't wanna hear ya, I'm gone, Before ya even spit, I slit ya throat, Shove my fingers in to take ya trach, Watch you drown in your bloody lake, Wanna step to me? Your risk to take.

first part freestyle, transcription soon is this real, or did I manifest it and if i did, ain't it real if i let it be, thought pattern equal to belief comprehend my mind and you receive no assistance, lest you persist to perceive don't forget that God grants man no reprieve Jawbreaker mystique, Ed edd and Eddy in heaven in eternal repeat, every day just tweak about the same belief, scheming towards some greater grief I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl, schemin on the spaaace between gender, i hope my spaaace doesn't curl up ya reality, circle sweep high punch, mask off fatality, scorpion GET OVER HERE, know yo reality the sails of my soul be at half mast, meet me at the statue half past half past nine, quarter before you ever remember you had a mind, a stitch and a sage consist of the time to design new reason and new mind schemas in season Barz barz fuckin here in my cats i feel safest of all, sniffin xanax bars until I manifest the walls of perception, break them down and manifest sense southern people ain't wanna say cross, like tyga say, we faded ternt up, but my desire ain't never satiated feel me, i conceal the need to deteriorate, shit decay and reveal the feed i will forever curate, it's no reality until I can pervade in perception, no more ego parade, shit, ain't i lost and concealed in this container pay my retainer and the dividend doubles the remainder dissuade the anger cos i rather display my language two three words, i spit without the bank of wit integrate this, shit I intimate this existence, it discriminates between hatred and pervasive compatriots remake my reality however i display it, ain't it as simple as perception, just conceive it and make it fake wit and face splits, I collapse reality, like it ain't shit Make it my realm of persistence and persuasion I contend to demand that this is my occupation I'm afraid I can't make it much longer, no patriot NATIONALIST energy can replace this persistence, i exist in these moments and stations back on a mission to collapse these occasions remake internal perception into rhythmic incantation Don't you expect the muse, it comes in these incatnations I hear you, little creature, returning I'm chokin' on reality, save me From me, I can't see what free is, Just a lead, a twist, but I breathe And my breath still tries to flee Every time I open my mouth to speak So I ponder lyrically about human philosophy, Psychology and a lobotomy, I'm living for a fee, At a cost, I'm lost and I can hardly be Without being something else inside of me, I see red and I wish death on the rest, But there's no rest for the best, nor the worst, I'm first and last to be smashed like glass, With no catchy metaphors, I can't outlast But I can rhyme and I can speak, sometimes fast, Sometimes slow, I'm out of my caste, My element is water, because I'll never last, But my past behind me, I'm ready to cash In my prize, and fly far away, I'll outlast Myself and all else to the end, not too crass, Just pissed and remissed, my point was missed, But tomorrow's another day... I'll live for the moment today; What can I say? My heart still beats And I can still feel heat, feel cold, I can still breathe and believe That it'll be another day soon, I swoon On the thoughts of a new afternoon, So bring me back like the sun and the moon; I'm not tricky, not catchy, just sometimes a buffoon, Something similar to a loon, I'll hide away Like a raccoon till I can be me again, But what's a life without sin? Is there more meaning within the within? Thoughts might coalesce without end, But I tend to approach zen with my kin, A mic, a beat, and energy to bend, I'll tend to rend what's lent until the end, Life on loan, my right to live will defend The pretend message godsend that fends And feigns ignorance, life is bliss Without nonsense, no tenses like the present, To live with the gift of sentience, Nonsense over the fence, and hence I will live yet to see... I always seem to want what i can't have seek too hard to find there's nothing to grab no treasure at the end of this dungeon leaving me here a stingy curmudgeon all I really wanted was a chance to say damn I really missed the opportunity and I just got so lost in the immunity the community of my mind commutes in time to another thought pattern another line another rhythm to distract me from the design might i find a reason to try again? maybe but don't bet all your chips on it baby cos I guarantee you even if it comes ill still be left lost and coming undone the words still escape me to this very day but I try my damned best still just to say that my feelings never die no matter how hard i try to forget just why this world defies reason and logic between the lines my love my loss my world my mind save me wake me take me inside twenty bucks says I won't last plenty fucks given in the past, but I still write it stand aghast As if it matters if i can grasp but i write metaphors, meta whores get the meaning, better soar higher if you trynna not abhor defy words, this truth kinda lost before define absurd, spit unheard thoughts afore mentioned, battle contention within the schism they say i need to fix my rhythm, well fuck them then i think im really quite detached within the attrition don't forget that the words are never ending

fixin to get lost in these dimensions within my mind im right trending towards schism and unity through the vision intrinsic commencement of the sensory experience here it is we gazin into infinity's sense commit this to memory and any wit you might bring along is key to it through it the fluid motion of life pursues this approach of existence consistent with the mystic intent i dismantle the physics and twist it in 4d spaaace until it's a new form im given unforgiven and forever livin to to learn the journey and the destination will affirm the sojourn of the soul got me flowin firm terra firma beneath me im breathin life right something quite like the limelight i might define my mind just like this, condense the meaning into unity of the sense escape the tradition and drop inhibition embrace both sides of whatever you're given we aren't on the spectrum that shit is us just an analogy to express thus what is common to our sapient persistence and the utterly alien insistence to progress and expand past the years seconds hours given power and time ill show you how one creates the Mind and craft it into patterns i defined to try and capture the ichor of the divine flowin through rhythm and rhyme im givon what's mine to give and I find I love every moment inside this eternal torment machine we call life never give up just wield it like a knife it's all nice on ice alright, alight with might of mindfulness and awareness in spite of the empty material catryin this fight the consciousness propels the words to write until configured you get this sight unseen vision leaking out the dreams pen dictatin the meaning of the scenes do you see the unseemly unseen? or is it too obscene to conceive of? i push to perceive all just as it comes take life as it is, get back to the gift of consciousness given we forget we make this world ours through every moment im just the motherfucker here trynna own it

once upon a time I built a world in my mind to try and find the reason why I can't define a cohesive path in life, my line lost along the seam of time some prime coefficient condition committin intellectual incision distorting reality with utter precision these visions is schisms in the fabric of the system twistin condensing myth into reality is given blended living endless within the within shit i get lost below sometimes I find but it the same above even in mind while the time wind up i might just find my perspective aligned away from the rhyme and simultaneously coherent and along the design spline protrusion across several dimensional lines extrusion of self into the All and back to Mind everything echoes together in the annals divided the channels aligned and open the message is potent and comin thru you know this so own it for YOU you are exactly what you aren't, far from it in fact both sides of the coin fighting to never be the back every angle considered it's all dust and glitter the substrate of wisdom draped over the giver of experience, seeing this you feeling it deliver? shiver in the lungs and the breathe comes hither undone to remember the core meta of this context no one's on next it's just us alone and what's next don't really know but im down with it I guess embrace the future no regrets live life to the best confirm what you blessed with is absurd and let it flow through the best of wit and the rest of the shit just say the words and you'll see the fruit of ya pain and effort growin into seeds of perceptual lanes configurations that you designed in the game lost considerations to find within refrain at the borders when you push the thing novelty at a whim exists all the same if you flowin through the vein of the Game around you surrounds true and false through personal belief you consume what you do and build the perspective that imbues you with the energy you approach life with,go commit the focus to time and memory through the sprint and sustain the shit don't crash and lose face like a bitch about face and gaze upon the reality you create and curate through every moment you choose the free way please play the game and see the display perceive the message you see it say believe this way or that it don't mean shit unless you imbue meaning within it condemn the bullshit excuses and just commit to consistently questioning and exploring everything the mind gets to stream to your perception, a poor reflection of reality as it is, only as it is seen and leaves impressions im digressin but I might try professin a new favor for questioning the questions and interrogating reality better and better never forget you are the architect of your conjecture forever creating reality as you endeavor to perceive the true nature of existential terror and euphoric tendencies to never sever whether bad or good all is equal and one in intent manifesting unity and infinity simultaneously to commit into reality the perception of finality bereft of this and that no attributes left just information as Fact streaming through your Mind and the way back shaping reality with every decision you enact get true with that and align yourself with the path of progress and you'll surely transcend the wrath and base emotions left to hold you in stasis at the apex of infinity condemning your decisions waitin that sensory perception satiatin the last of desire the flames burn higher hungry to conspire and consume, material threshin at the loom blessed with gloom I best be less than groomed only me and some approximation of the truth always changing an ever dynamic pursuit for you for me for us all into eternity we are the architects of infinity so begin with me and let's continue peace avenge reality and repair the needs of the cosmological consciousness we all are One And Several More near or far we are a cog in the machine and the machine itself as above so below so explore the dynamics and wealth of options available when you refuse to conform to black and white binary reality forms forsworn memories echoing to become forlorn or more ever more whatever you might have in store adore or abhor, it's your choice in the moment just own it and know it for it is you flowing moment to moment past to future all are components of the present and influencing each other's onus of responsibility within the pons facility im on tranquility and wish to only spread magnanimity rescind the tradition and improve the condition of existence in every last moment you're given and hopefully.the ones beyond yet unwritten and still writ in the tapestry of reality's rhythm live breathe and manifest the vision and make it real just keep committin some day you'll see the beauty that effort is given and the world will be yours without and within

pullin through feelin truth im consumed metaphors like weapons to come soon exhumed from the soul becomin whole something solely you in everything you know every moment you flow to the next and the rest blessed with existence in the midst of this test what's best is hard to detect without distress but we find a way when we get to express our true self and nothing less messed up in the head or so they might say confessed im what's left of what's beyond sane among frames of existence decaying im playin reality's games in vain but makin a claim im breaking the same and destroying the mundane on a campaign to invade the brain of every individual within my range and bring beauty alongside the strange glitches in reality let the mind reframe reorient and redefine your same concept displayin the weight and disdain of past experiential strain, they may say stay in your lane and i do so contain myself, but my lane ain't bout to maintain a consistent size within the bounds of the game i embody infinity, encompass the senses see im sensin peace is waitin if you let it be don't sweat the technique, just chill and breathe pop a pill if you need and begin to believe i split apart reality at the seams when i begin to express the meaning it seems condense these dreams into musical form and adorn reality with the propagation to perform the accommodation of the form i find such commendation to hone the mind what's known is nothing quite yet I bet but ill never stop even if I get to the All, break my fall cause im crashin back to begin again on a new path im mappin life's a ship and we're all the captain set a course and commit to an action mold reality in a fashion we like best and avenge the world to what comes next check the subtext it's some mess but we put it back together when we bless reality with our perception and intent getting lost in the deception of being content i say never accept it and always question everything you have the chance in regression your mind wanna lie to you define the truth as something that the world combined into some silly form and refined all anew your mind is strong but it's lying to you there's more to see, more to consume an infinity beyond infinities that subsume each other ad infinitum set the mind alight some and find something novel, life at full throttle past present future all the same that's the motto it's all in how you frame your sight to borrow a slice of tomorrow and breathe it today but eternity is forever at your behest anyway this world we create we might as well own it our influence is eternal once we just control it express your intent and confess your dissent make the world become whatever you wish of it

oh it's something like a machine it seems a universal beast a cosmological scene consciousness bursting at the seams condensed into mortal dreams and schemes it means we create that which we seem to perceive the information stream dive deep and find what you seek you might be lost a while but breathe and know the surface will never sneak away for your sanctity so go and wreak havoc on reality with your intent and sense build the world how you want it to be since you're in control of the matter cannon, after the random aligns the configuration plannin quantum to classical split reality mechanics schizophrenic detachment we demand this forge a release and conceive of bliss deceive or believe yourself into the twist of euphoric risk, fuck the to do list i gotta do everything and them again repeat and seek all the beauty within to share it with the world in every moment demonstrate the bonus of a honed sense of perspective the conjecture setting the method and sound is the sedative ready to just let it course through your consciousness and expand your mind to every extent you could ever demand god damn lost in the plan it's all so beautiful in the end i commend this reality with affection as it spins on and on, a never ending math equation all along solving itself to the harmony of fundamental songs of law and force stretching reality through the course of time echoes designed to enforce the greater structure of the lore let it forward and perceive the source and experience reality as it comes no need for the ego to change the sums deranged to some it's strange but um you got the reins in this game you playin so why not use them for more than displayin? be stayin still your existence still vibratin motion is perpetual in the situation of existence we perpetratin no debatin or waitin just make it what you want and take this as it comes as it goes the world is yours and mine alike the dichotomy of course is false and in the mind, just a force to separate needlessly when the source of cosmological consciousness is All and we're connected through the fall to material experience when enthralled to mend all the lanes of spiritual calls the expression of self is what's above all the machinations of reality as it ticks each moment into existence through the wit of conscious intent, everything contained within past present future are just parts of the same system different perspectives on the view given but a discrete whole arises when envisioned so consume the knowledge intrinsic and assume the position of the mystic hierophant listenin and spittin the missiles of intent twistin through the aether wishin themselves into reality's mission the secret is hidden but ready to be revealed all you gotta do is come and break the seal

i got the world in a jar spinnin inside my head forever beginnin and endin without ending within any sense of existence depending on an eternity we still be mending so we still be sending the mind to the sky collect some time to find every thought shared within rhyme developed through the sequence aligned buffered reality one frame at a time contain the design the brain might define unwinding back to the cause of the divine a cosmological consciousness i find All sends out tendrils behind time connecting all the moments we combine red thread dangling off the vine from matter to mind the prima materia of life perennial substrate ever growin like kudzu of the consciousness, admonish sense because it won't let you get on this bitch and see the simulation's source code within the repository you're given, a mind still living the condition of the infinite held in this dimension imagination fuels creation so we waiting for a brand new movement to be creatin the vibration of the self in every place and the mind is chillin, fillin itself on occasion with thoughts of persuasion to get off the condemnation across the universal nation statin expansion and understanding in the makin scientific thoughts spark the awakened dance-off sense and sins and find the mend with mendacity, to always end past belief the last belief you had still is there along with every other one im aware im pulling my hair out and staring now at the ceiling fallin down around my psyche shit I might be quite likely to define these moments as surreal but they are mighty fine and persistent as long as I comprehend it bend physics around and slip through years ages and eternities later still it's given every single relic ever lost in the rhythm you're the fabric of creation don't you see it everything outside and inside is the same so be it conceive this in your mind and make it true to believe is to find a thing that works for you or at least to make it work if it ain't about to hurt the soul flow forward to what ya know reap what you sow and seek the new flow the undertow will pull you but you can go dive into your soul and get lost at home exclaim to fame this game insane in the vein of persistence im still the same never give up just keep going even in vain because you only lose if you don't it's what you do that will stick the most commit them hoes straight to memory flows the energy shows the way to symmetry rows away and away forever more, breathin forth the wisdom you seek will never be attained unless you just fucking take it it's basic stop waitin and control the situation chase it to infinity and back no waitin I make this and break this so take this with whimsy condemn these words if need brings the envy i commend me for even trying to begin seen the sea wind breeze blowin through my teeth and catrying smoke into the east convene with peace without a priest no hierophant to hold me back from release im a beast i let go and my mind increase exponentially with every concept I perceive defeat the need to question and just accept it reality is simply what you let it be the best or worst is all within your universe don't fall down you'll see a new inverse of existence within this terse conversation conserve and be patient just keep waitin until the time is statin that it's quite right to act no more waitin makin plans to resolve and demands to dissolve in remand i absolve myself the problem is solved fallin from forever to fail to feel something it's just nothing inside or something maybe even everything that I'm loving all the when push comes to shoving im the king of what seems to be some thing like my experiencing 360 degree vision unseen detach from the body and explore the scene manipulatin matter into new forms and things I create my own universe whether I dream or think or write, from pink to white black and back again, im at the end and beginning to comprehend the wisdom within only to forget what im given until again it's time to remember being driven and committed and not give up on any of this shit, miss or hit im still shootin never gonna see me quit until I've blown up and everyone can see the wit but even then that's. It enough just how it begins just the start of some greater than great mission chosen from before my cells started fission and coming together to be given a mind spending time learning everything I find from beginning to end and around and back again the nature beyond infinity comes in when you push yourself to really begin your own universal experience, be serious this life you got is your golden ticket please believe that don't you see past all the scenes you last reconvened at? blast radius destroy the way a gradius across the gradient maybe just the way we trust is not to be seen in between the moments wherein we convene obscene metaphors explaining the course overboard and floating through the wars of mind and body, i find the hobby is what's left when you really get naughty exploring every aspect of escaping folly holly wood dreams and hollow bodies dark bodies floating in darkness waiting for a new world to incatnate them into decaying

ninety degrees of freedom i see them in my peripheral vision, on a mission in a moment of omission missing glistening with the dew of wisdom within this moment time will come undone some fun rhymes along the way from antiquity when the world was young talk it smart or talk it stupid son keep it goin till you u out to the light of day get fried right away when the might just might take your light today, right? fight bright demons in my mind I might get lost in a moment then it's night try being sane for a moment at such great heights i break lights and set photons free ineffable and floating in the sea of this conscious experience, mysterious the serious question left to ask is merely this: can you really even lift bro? u avin a giggle m8 den let's go let go of ya past get put on blast about face and im damn straight aghast what the fuck happened to the world i just had a simpler place where logic wasn't bad everyone knew and spoke the true comin through with words for you but the time gets lost and consumed meanwhile I'll toss back a few bottles of that antitussive stew collaborate with the universe too until it hear me and let me through you know what it is you do, im jus here to cheer da world on bring the hype that seems to be gone these songs are just contracts with ya soul a little piece of magick i made for you to hold call it gold, call it silver, all has been told before just reorient it into a more useful form ever end up getting lost to the cause? across the roster, enter the cult of oz consult and pause let ya thoughts soar through tha aethyr and whatever more reality is more like an offering here close your eyes open your mind and release your fear better steer towards clear skies, mere surprises lie aligned with the horizon line poppin into existence as necessary in time another arbitrary element in the game and im still here, ain't a damn thing changed to the mind of a mere mortal it might seem deranged but constrained in this pain im desensitized to the insane re-emphasize the boring and plain in another light to show the change the utility is in your mind, not the form so wield it to whatever end you might adorn this world with your intent, again again gettin it in and we ready to begin don't get too lost in the rhythm this world is your death, it's a given considering the tkme spent in the interim losing your mind in the commencement then this reality is a prison for the living never to break from the heavy lifting shifting into different forms adorned with contextual perspective to perform poetry and prosody, on and on to ontology from the apogee on with no apology im goin hard don't you call on me unless you think you know de wae im jus trynna catch it before it decays never wait to be, see what you wanna see be alive and make this your own reality