[Intro]

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Verse 1]

[B. Dolan]

My mama said I had to see it to believe it

Made an appointment since I hate to disappoint, I keep it

In the mini mall parking lot where universal secrets

Reveal themselves to nail technicians in the evenings

I walk into this nail salon, the conversation ceases

I ask the nearest customer where I can hear a reading

She pointed toward the back, face slack not speaking

Seen the candles and the virgins and the curtain it was beaded

Greeted by the gypsy woman, who looked me in my eye

Said ‘It’s free the first time since you’re the unsure kind

I sense that you’re inclined, somehow to make words rhyme

And people pay to be with you and speak for a certain time

Wait, I see the believers with they hands to the ceiling

You deal with intimate feelings, you work with symbols and meaning'

I said chill, respect the skill, so I won’t blow the cover

Here’s a hundred dollar bill, quit lyin’ to my mother

[Chorus]

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Verse 2]

[Yugen Blakrok]

Throwing stones from inside a glass prison

Wash those sweaty hands, most forget to value what they already have

Palms read in prose form, crystal ball engineer

Hides behind the cage culture circus veneer

The symbolism splitting hairs on their little chins

The chins middle finger makes the world spin, swimming in a sea of sin

Irrational practicers who won’t bury the hatchet

Got a taste for beef but this consultation should cleanse your pallet

Change direction, caught up in the gimmick

Under a glass ceiling can access the bigger vision

And vultures are just hanging there

Cowl neck who’s gonna get the fowl nest?

I shout vexed tyrannosaurus inside a proud chest

Heavy reading both candlelit and epic

Got me squeezing pressure points set up shop and then I wreck it

Check the method

The four counts for the record

And thought patterns on track spans a nebula in a second

[Chorus]

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight

Third strike, foresight

Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight

So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right

Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Interlude]

Near the end of this record

There will be a period of silence

During this period let yourself experience whatever is best

For you

Let yourself experience whatever is best

For you

[Outro]

In this era of fake news, existential terror, and trick knowledge

Don’t get fooled or confused by the views and the gimmicks

It’s scanning your brain for data and analytics

They used to tell lies to your vision now they read minds with precision

Falling for the script constantly self snitching

You conversate in private with your confirmation bias

But the stars ain’t in alignment with the subject of your science

Epic Beard Men

Tricknowledgy

Use your foresight

Make it to the future

(Strange Famous!)