[Verse I]

I live a musically embedded life

In this time i’ve forgotten better lyrics than you’ll ever write

All original I’ll never bite

With Andy Mac chopping up better samples than you’ll ever slice

We wonder how you get to bed at night

Waking up in sweats, feedin’ off our fever like a parasite

I think there’s evidence to verify

That you ain't really the boss, you seem like the small errand type

Simplify the only way they gon’ understand it

Why even I try, these dummies destroy their own planet

Its not my rhyme, just in time before the world ends

Its actually my rhyme that causes the world’s end

Think about it, we still discover pyramids

City sized tetrahedrons that were really hid

You feel me kid, you’ll find them if you really dig

But you won't, you've resigned to be a Guinea pig

[Verse II]

Grab the weed, wrap it up in a banana leaf

Keep it lit, while I’ll try to spit a masterpiece

I even asked which of the lines were most packed with heat

They copy and pasted the rhyme and sent it back to me

Every time I try my hardest when I sit and write

While you just want to work and party you’re a different type

Headed to another place on a different flight

Lyrics coming up shorter than a midget’s height

I’ll spit a hundred times to get it right

Just to make sure i’m shivering cold like I skinny dip in ice

On a Michigan December’s night

You tried to pitch a strike

But I hit it into a drifting kite

...You know I’m always lifted right?

Hit the spliff from the early dawn, to when you kiss your kids at night

Unified to achieve perfection

You should side with Mr X, go get blazed and ask the deep questions

[Verse 3]

I’ll barely rhyme and make you use your mind

Its kind of hard to play chess when you have to announce your moves in rhyme

Only music is the true divine

….while you worship human ignorance the foolish kind

….as a non believer they call me insufferable

Well I’m sorry I’m in trouble for not being gullible

I hear you trying to talk to me like I'm another fool

But its easy to have faith when you have a stomach full

...only bullies run the school

Claim they leave no child behind while they implement the dummy rule

I was supposed to die at twenty two

A mercenary in Iraq, Al Ramadi, in the money tomb

How the hell you going to sell me on a master plan

Friends still in the service facing down Afghanistan

I’m Magneto in the Savage Land

With my dream and frienemy trying to sell it to the average man