[Verse 2: Fliptrix]

Imagination got me driven at circadian rhythms

I'll surf the waves within the system not serving no Satanism

I'm levitating from wisdoms to planes of escapism

From Great Britain to intergalactical states tripping

Not like, victims are traps to

The K within them, inner cell or in an instantly

The way they've been inflicted, cutting through the fabric of time

With divine lyrics, no knives, no gimmicks

Reality's a bitch if you don't treat her like a princess

I treat her like a princess so she's literally my mistress

I always stay original like Prince upon my fingers

It's the prince of poor decision, that I'm here to make a difference

Projection of your thoughts will reflect as your mirror image

And the prospects that you're reaching are ones that you self limit

Health is part reflective of what your body is built with

Plus your mind, soul and spirit are lining with time you're given