Roll stunts blunts, cards, strings from citars, clouds from cigars, myths from Sumerian gods

Holy whores blowing Boris like a holy Shafar

Hoes acting Hip-Hop naughty, treat her like a Saudi

Blood forming on the pavement like you splashed a 40

I chug Stoli, shadow puppet demons now you're horny

Riveting, no foreplay when I fit it in

Flash forward to my old days how had it been: a dark prince

Left permanent echoes in dark alleys then spark wits

Threw five gold sheckles in a bum's trolley

If not for rhymin how would you get this symbollic rant

I run for president make everything 99 cent

Venus beam splash mad shine from my sun visor, now my thoughts

Dirty like a hick with one incisor

Magnetic field power moves, armored mask, delicate

Balance, Taekwondo on top of pianos

Mood ring finger rigged with a splitter, laser gun cheater

The world's fixed - I piss on missile launchpads and they hiss

Some worship rappers running through a field with their dress furling

That's why I turned off the TV became a brain surgeon

Ever since I watched the brightest minds trapped underneath

So when I can't reach the top I have to drill through the teeth

I seems sick, a mental patients dream tick, hero disorder

Committed in surround sound, swigging placebo water

These monologues nicely framed in megabits

Lusting fame, can't tell if this

Just a game, what benefits

Thus remain to keep selling this pain

In felonious settings, I put the words to this page

In millions of glorious weddings

We bombed this beauty, she got scars to prove it

Just a violent breed, every breath pumps blood to mix the seeds

Prompt to kill, clans made fortunes from this

Yes drones are looking at us, yes go on - resist

Activists hurling Starbucks cocktail, when all else fails

Sick men stack gold just to build they own jail

Son I'm nice with it, I level whole cities to pigeon feathers, And I've seen countless primadonnas fuck themselves. leaving happy trails on mattresses

Nothing wrong with the current batch's wild practices

Once you taste the red granules, value saturates

Flip flesh like spatulas, ignoring addict's shrieks for help

Lakes on fire, gooey metal, primordial mess

Shroomy meadows, Earth possessed

It was here that young mescal fixed his transmitter

And poured his power into little green buttons

That taste bitter. Yet

The new fruit of knowledge revealer and healer

Let's find him together so he can show us the new Eden

"I was able to detect a definite melody. It was a composite of high pitched sounds, like human voices, accompanied by a deep bass drum. I focused all my attention on the melody, and again noticed that the systole and diastole of my heart coincided with the sound of the bass drum, and with the pattern of the music. I stood up and the melody stopped. I tried to listen to my heartbeat, but it was not detectable."