[Intro: Terence McKenna]

"But actually what is going on on this planet?

What is human history? What is a cognizing species doing running around by the billions on the surface of this planet obsessed with religions and driven by vice, hatred and visionary longing

This is not what they talk about in the biology books and still less is it what they talk about in the physical chemistry books

Something has torn loose on the surface of this planet and we are embedded in it and we are it and it is sweeping us and all life on this planet into some kind of apotheosis

Some kind of shit hit the fan situation

Some kind of apotheosis"

[Verse 1]

Pictures got a thousand words like my hieroglyphics

Feeling intrinsic middle fingers to the civics

In the damn matrix, stuck and fuck all these digits

Own shit and pay shit monetary got me livid

I pivot my perspective and I see the positivity

Miracle, mirages, magic now I be the trilogy

People always panic neuro tunnels narrow like a chillum be

Momentarily I soliloquy

Assalamualaikum, and also with me no denomination

Conservation of my virtues and all my energy

Cultivating power thru my chakras and my inner peace

Too many legs to ever be on last like a millipede

High like a shaman, surfing through wave lengths and vibes till I'm drowning

No coming down and

Breathing on Ls of the Girl Scout like brownies

Native like townies

Keeping my head in the clouds and my toes on mountains

All smiling no frowning

Throwing me money they telling me wishes I'm fountains

[Verse 2]

My verbal dangles heads give them hockey knees

Probably, isolated from propaganda I'm isosceles

Inner balance like 11 on the soccer teams

Miyagi of philosophy, I am Socrates

Smoke pot and weed, til' my head flowers like broccoli

Look how transcendent rap can be I wish that Pac could see

Fucking ditched monopolies smoke tree hope that these cops decease

Fuck deals that satan offered me I fulfill prophecy

In layman's terms no fucking payment could deter

My pagan view of earth

Flagrant enslavement of those birthed I be assailant of the church

I might as well be Rainman for what's it's worth

Complaining about burying boxes in the dirt

Why they try to trap our soul in a casket

Try to keep our mind in boxes past the grave, ain't it fascist

I surpass this never stuck within the facets

Tablets of acid had me so intergalactic

[Verse 3]

I take the psilocybin to the brain

I Maintain many names semi-sane diving out of planes

I'm silent hit the strain

Inhaling smoke then I spit fire

My shits wider than an EZ never misfire

Huffleberry fin floating mumble mumbo jumbo

Higher than Mutombo put some cannibutter in the gumbo

Full speed wisdom and I never fumble

I have visions of how to be like I see bumble