[Intro]

Yo big shout to the Sleepwalka Crew

K.Gaines, Ciph Diggler, the riddler

And of course, Dos Hermanos Hambre

Go make love to somebody

[Verse]

Homey’s the homey that’s now made his home in your Sony

Every phony baloney unfocused erroneous whoadie need

Evacuate

And that’s real

I snap and pop and crackle and cackle at jackals in Towers of Babble

No tobacco or Advil

My anvils are apples

Big Apple go extrapolate what that means

Apple a day

I know I’m only human and humans are viewed and reputed

As puny, polluted, but I refute it and I’ma prove it

For everyone to see, yeah

My fam-o was the pharaohs

My uncles and aunts and them answered the ammo

With the arrows

I'm shaman of shambles

Come lurk in the shadows with me

I’m a poet without any flow in particular

Lines of parables parallel perpendicular

Fans become addicted and find my diction ridiculous

This lil' tidbit you're listening to's indicative

Keep your picket fences

I pitch my tents in the thick of it

Life’s a class that’s intensive

Lots of tests's

Death is the certificate

Throw your hands up for handsomest assonance and dissonance

Where my dawgs at? My dachshunds we dancing with the dissidents

Mixed it, mastered and mastered all the disciplines

Passed it to NASA, the planet’s on the map