[Verse 1: Croosh]

(Hello there, hello there)

It's just me preaching like a homily/

An outcast of society, an anomaly/

I know you haven't a problem with me/

So solemn do they see the structure created to be/

The double standard we hold with modern and olden/

We watch slowly as the truth is unfolding/

Cultures clash as do genres/

Layered together but noodles are separated like lasagna/

Double entendre, minds kept parallel/

Twisted thoughts like ICP on a carousel/

I must bid a farewell to the non like minded/

The ones who stay enlightened have sight blinded/

More flavors than Dr. Pepper, a rude heckler/

Screechy feedback non mic checker, rhyme reflector/

Sector ocho, loco alienated alien/

Jumped on the catamaran and sailed in the wind/

Checked the calculator timex, multiplied time/

More ebonic lyrics and ultrafied rhymes/

More obstacles to climb but still I find/

A way to hurdle over every circumstance and I'm/

More than most could have mustered/

Your standing with feathers ruffled, very flustered/

My circumference is vast on gravities stance/

Transmorphers, I casually enhance/

Sci-fi as a wise ass wise guy/

Might I, look inside while sight dies/

Lights dim, face turned grim/

Tried again, began at the win/

Lost in translation, won at comprehend/

Still the face melts and the body does the Dahli bend/

At night time there's more trife than ever/

Holmes has the wit but the Watson is more clever/