Thinking backwards this shit is madness 

Reverse the spinning axis let me kill this track quick

I’ve subdued the untrue mic check one two

I’m just one dude but might just bust through 

The page and explain what it means 

I’m in enchained with a beast not a fake when I speak

I’m part of something different, this is bigger than us

Ethereal energy that’s living in us graced by the gods 

Two turntables a page and a box 

Alone and hopeless

My head is a broken home there’s

No roof like open toe flips

I broke my throat just from

Smoking glowsticks

17 tracks it’s like heaven be back

The weapons we have 

Pen and the pads

This shit’ll damage your brain like ketamine grams 

People buying my shit I thought I’d never see that

Evil eye in my business like I ever need that

The Enemies ran from the lotus leaf hands  

I can’t think for shit and the bars link with it

Blasting this bitch in parts it’s a myth

Head is filled with nonsense but my consciousness confident 

From the bonkers to the wamps where the bombs is

Get me in concert 

With a mic and cord, rifle and sword 

I’m gonna pour my life into your

Self and brain so be around to melt away on twelfth of may