I'm just a decent lyricist, who had a peak experience

Now I think in circles, and speak in pyramids

Two thousand six, same shit, different century

Killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy

Write my own equations, spiral spoken language

Rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous

Drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot

Crop sign, then I drop rhymes for the fans at home

Lately I've been tripping off the math that I see

Patterns in trees, everything is fractals to me

I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth

I'm finished with dudes debating who's sicker than who

That punchline shit is honestly pathetic

I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it

Thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods

Watching the crop cuz they live in the woods

The naked ape with the wake and bake ritual

Pack an eighth a day, spit razor blade syllables

It's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse

Got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went...

Second nature --- three shots, and then a chaser

Waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper

Rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin

To loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within

Usually buzzed, and when I'm doing some drugs

I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs

Around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends

Practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end...

We bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump

On the backroads, getting mad stoned and liqoured up

Until your liver busts, switch it up to different drugs

It's the soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck

If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished

Can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?

Dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space

And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today

Before I see inside the back of my head

There's a lotta fact and events that probably have to be said

But fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open

Lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean

My frontal lobes roll every drunken show

Where I'd bust a flow, puke outside, stumble home

Memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed

Not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past

Jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions

Fallen angels, caught messing with God's weapons (whoops)

Life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts

Denied the visions and blocked the signals out

Lost connection in all directions

And forgot each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing

It's all perception, a million mixed messages

Keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive

If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished

Can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?

Dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space

And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today

Grew up sleeping late, reading strange comic books

So every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook

And now today, I found a way to twist the digits back

If you don't see it, so be it, I can live with that...