Intro:

Mind over matter

My mind over matter

Your mind made of matter

My MK ultra

Your MK altered

Mind trick Jedi

Aim skills deadeye

Track still landmine

Art still aquic

Fans go  pisces. Uh

VERSE 1:

They stepped out to box I stepped out of the box unorthodox

The only one of my species an alien to your thesis

Clean flows no feces

I know a lot homies that love God but still can't make it to church

Reason why I keep this curse words out of my verse

Help them navigate through pearly gates

Though considered renegades

I don't fit the edifice

The modern days conglomerate

Stand out I don't congregate this black skin illuminate

The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap

Word to Canibus the industry a carnival

Fashion over verses

Truth in different clothing

You cloaking virtually you'll find out I'm not virtual am actual

Factual ideologies plaguing your philosophy

I do this with alacrity not minding your policy

Top 5 top 10 stop that blah blah

The underground don't billboard graffiti on stop signs

I am not just human you terrestrials I'm extra

Third eye winking at your blind spot

Meditate elevate than educated

Apocalyptic slavery days these gymnastics I hope you do carry weight

I drive crazy Jesus take the wheel Carrie Underwood

I got the tools to leave your dentures lose the screwdriver move

Lines punch better than Mayweather

I got good creds I'm train better

(Yeah huh)

VERSE 2:

A thought juggler with time traveler techniques

I got the skills bring back Rakim, Eric B

Big L that Eazy-E

With a blindfold I can show you where I come from a Tribe called quest

I earn stripes as tribal marks I'm well cultured

Spare the rod and spoil the child

Reason why these bars give good whooping

A chef's lifestyle I'm still cooking

The act librarian still booking yeah

Still running the marathon

Couldn't pass the baton on

Cause these pigs don't handle pearls nicely

Swift feet still running the game, precisely

I'm Hermes they can't catch me

Like the dope boys running from the feds daily

They don't like it but they got to pay the bills

But some greed filled folks won't give them the seats

And they still ask we why the youths crazy

You never gave alms so we raise arms like sons and daughters

Click BLAM! at one another

You messed us up unprotected

Now street got young mother's with youngs murdered you monsters

Don't make me act a fool and clandestine with a clan this time

Tell them click clack aim with pride

Till you realize your television never televised the revolution I'm not telling lies

You talk that walk I walk that talk

Cuz the boy is locomotive

Your motives drives you I drive my motives

My art synapses I surf on brain waves yeah

The shallow minded drown in my verse

I'm 3 deep when I converse go get a swimsuit

Like Michael Phelps my homies know this Waters well

Yeah swim!

OUTRO:

O.J.B

Super liminal lyrical individual