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[Verse 1]
This ascension, dimensional probe
Flat globes brought lit the bright holes that used to be black though
Fractals cracking on samples and stack codes on vinyls
Shellacked in hat strobes, fallopian lobes
Eloping with those scorpion codes with scarabs in threefolds
Our vision’s been pretold in hope to decode
Regrowth of my equals
Keep my peoples in free mode
My seeds plant mine-crafts in peaceful
A regal Nemo can evolve into the jaws of evil, amigo
So hear me close
I beat most of the game of wit that pokes at overdosе with a mix of rotten prose
Thesе forgotten roses need agua pronto before we implode
They sold lows while we sold gold and cloaks to shield us from those who oppose this old coat
Don’t go home, grow bold
Hold close to your heart’s hope bashful
The knowledge of old souls in their task mode
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[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, there’s nobody in your bed
It’s just voices in your head
Sprawled out at 3am, it’s the height of the dead
Hearing noises in the kitchen, but you think it’s the wind
Leaky faucets and [?] weird friend searching for food again
You’ll be peaking around the bends instead of searching for them hooligans
It’s just your mind’s eye alerting the stance like ‘I can’t stand when I can’t fly, but I’ll try’
Skew the coopster hula hoops and scoop in a groove that I can move through
I fuel schools of thought with this pure move
Inspire dreams to become realities
Iconoclashing with the waves of neutrality
Sally sees how she’s been after me, multiplies it by three so she can float faster than me in this sea of cream
But I’ll redeem my self stature
Once I find the path with my name carved up in the pasture
In the hereafter, maybe up in the rapture
Whichever swallows the laughter with these actors, it’s the puppet masters