(first half freestyle, transcription follows)
its the cult of oz! it ain’t no mirage!
we coming on thru and takin what you got
got nothing left well I guess you should’ve bro-...

I’m just talking mad shit, gettin at shit
batshit crazy, i might find a bit insane see
I might seem a bit insane see
I can’t make sense out of the words when I rhyme
cos I’m a little bit too absurd in this time
I’m finding reasons inside of the treason
fuck my fucking soul, it don’t know where I be at
I’m leanin thru, well, I guess you could call it
the door of my consciousness
to another realm, to another place
to another world, to another spaaace
everything around me collapsing
falling down to the ground while I’m just
chillin brah, laxin, maxin
passing out, got the fuckin
duster can action at it — [glitch]
busting pass-pass them
muthafucca what you know about that fashion like fashion like
fission concision isn’t something I do
but I know if I can survive this bullshit that I’m
livin thru well hey it’s me and you
it's just livin life and, *livin thru da strife*
all them hip-hops heads — [glitch]
hiphop heads they say you should
Never make that rhyme but what they know about it anyway
they don’t come through with the design
they ain’t trynna divine the words that we rhyme
we spend the time inside our minds
bringing out the sounds and the patterns in the
LANGUAGE FLOWING FLOWING
I’m just lost in an ocean of thoughts
gettin lost off this earth there’s no fact that I’ve rehearsed
this path with in just going at it fucking
lackin all tactics no strategic actions
Fuck the plan just just GO AT IT
man fuckin I’m just gonna get lost in my mind
so many things to see in my mind
so many worlds to see in my mind
so many rhymes to repeat so many times
within so many lines but
if you look between the lines
I’m sure you’ll see a message that I never designed
or defined to be divined from between the lines
hey I guess it’s just another thing to rhyme
I guess I really just wanna go on to say
I’m really lost in this fucking world
just like everyone else
I feel like– feel like— feel like I’ve been hurled
TO ANOTHER WORLD
(GLOSSOLALIA INTERLUDE)...
IM THE #1 MOTHERFUCKER IN THE WORLD
This is— [glitch]
This is— some, illusion? some illusion
some [glitch] fuktup illusion
& I’m lost in & I’m lost in & I’m lost in & I’m lost in...
[glitch] b-b-b-beggin myself(SELFSELFSELF)
for an explanation but nothing is gi-
Nothing Is Gi– N-N-N-Noth—
Nothing Nothing Nothing is Given
Nothing is Given
Nothing is Given
Nothing is Given [MIASMA OF NOTHING]
Nothing is Given
well fuck it all (and the fucking system)
u ain’t wit me da– u ain’t wit me—
You you you you you you you you you you
I’m wit, everybody can’t you see me
just let me be me I’m just gonna do
whatever takes my fancy, my flight
imma get a little lost in the dance, see,
and I guess I might do what I think is right;
do do what I think I is right, think is right
do what I think is right
what I think is WRITE

“but liek oz, when u gonna stop this freestyle bullshit, and give us something real? You know, that tru-tru, tru-tru!”
[just spit some bars!]
LET’S GO!

truth is stranger than fiction
but between lies my addiction
neither given fuck the schism
they the same perspective within,
im that gadfly flying by
wit killa beez on my mind
still i freeze when it's my time
can't quite divine what's within the rhyme
but this is an illusion im
givin portrayed as division
elucidating the system but check again
correct ya lens cos what you saw
was just the mist, a mask, a fall
through consciousness in this sarcophagus
alone with lust in the mental metropolis
a populous lost on the thoughts
that just get diverted im not
what you think on this pale blue dot
im just nothing, no thing,
attributes can't lay a claim
i shift the frame and the form
and remain faceless in the game
with no control over my brain
or at least the way it acts
but im not statin facts
im makin paths to the past
and the future connecting to the present
4d transversal throughout the omnipresent
omniverse, omni evident in every little pleasant
perspective professing some prospective
palpable projection all along and aiming
at inspection inside injected intellect
informing i interjected never a knight
knowing wrong from right
or right from wrong
im just in the middle and i don't belong
but i love it to death
because the No Thing projects
and gives me this next
perspective i elect to display
come correct and just play
it ain't about what you do or what you say
but how you do it and convey
this internal sense lacking common sense
no reason and still no evidence
no belief just the lack of something to be
but yet still conceiving within the realm of Me
this living being im scheming to spit some flames
to my feelings and play the prometheus game
for my spiritual healing i got to gain
beyond the spectrum of what you call insane
teetering off the edge and deceiving yet again
it's the Not making Thought
the battles i fought to get what I've got
and this reality ive made to be true
It's come to be and it's inside you too
if you really look and see through
the wall around what your self imbues
dont misconstrue the meaning im seeming
to be apromulgating with my screaming
and shouting to the universe at first
it's just thought escaping the need to be terse
i just converse with the wind and reverse
what begins within and populate a verse
i copulate with words and inoculate the absurd
from the desire the world has to deny what's heard
what's the word what's the thing I'm never sure
but im here or so i think and so that's all fine
just another moment to sink into the rhy—