If ur looking for some crystals you’ll be met

Our shit is spiritual, our shit like a sect

Got a motor in my flesh, Cobra round my neck

Making sure the coma keeps from round’ my bed

The bottom feeders are the common greeters

If I reject ya way I won’t need ya

I’m hotter than jalapeños & california's grim reaper

If u want beef I won’t mince meat ya

Cause if I stand tall why would I fall soft

U actin like the worlds perfect and like I can’t talk

Get ya hand of my throat, ya ankles of my lawn

Ya advances off of my dome, ya calcium out of my bone

If u got parents with ptsd

Who don’t like mdma and u like epmd

Then 2 plus 2 just gon equal 3

Must take like 4 gеns to really feel inner peacе

So before I’m enlightened and I see the truth

I don’t see that i have the right to reproduce

All the crime and that I see in youth

I can't even peek atchu

Throwing combinations into thin air

But the wind won’t bend near

And yet the pen leaks petroleum

Go to nyc, 10th street podiums

N,ali, all I lack is some sodium

Say someone’s better than me, show me them

Bring em to the odeon, sling em front the audience

Sing to me ya origins, convict me of ya ordinance

Depict me of ya mortal sense, encrypt in me some odd events

And ya absorbent sense, and ur torments

And I might believe you