[Intro]

Don't worry about who this is

[Verse 1]

My name's not important [?] or seeing me

And I'm not seeing them either unless I'm keyed off of 23

That's only if they're talked about in my immediate proximity

Instead I'm tryna strike against outer church enemies

And by that time I probably saw the letters 27 through

I can't say, unless you wanna watch your walls kill you

See, here at TIE I always smoke [?]

And attack in geometric forms that I can't even begin to

Put you on too, unless you want that stuff that makes you see

Exactly what I'm talking about, key 23

The futuristic drug that gives your brain a nudge in the wrong

Direction that you're used to, hеre comes internal hеmorrhaging

Blood out of your eyes, you're stack and tacked up, now you can't budge

Don't read about the grudge you have on paper

Or else key deuce-tray will replicate you being amped on PCP

Who will say anything about a drug which isn't even known my the FDA

We smoke gun powder in carbon filters anyway

Don't forget about the fiberglass

That make your throat feel cool on a hot day

So what's up with the dos y tres? Nothing, if you wanna trace

Where it comes from, you see

If you as a chemist about it then he or she just turns dumb

Since they don't wanna drum up the competition if they even got it

You know that it's so hot it won't stay in supply

Since you probably go and by a lot

And take precedency over alcohol, shrooms and pot

H&E, not to mention LSD, paste and propane

Which you sniff out of bags or socks

Never mind crack rock, it would'nt even stay in stock

Don't worry if the sky is grey, take one to read

You probably think you died or gone astray

[Verse 2]

Oh the life for me

Selling drugs that are interesting

Demand here has increased for key 23

Maybe I'll get me a cool name like Highway Clark

Because of me they all OD up in libraries

To settle down with the good book and you're hooked

You won't get past the first sentence since the words [?]

Later on you probably feel crazy like a lark

Too incapacitated, you're placed in park

The Internet is somewhat of a self-service cyber space

Akin to Virtual Morality

The mark of the beast on the wrist and the head

I mean the mouse in the monitor doused in silicone

This is trouble for you, the number of man is "WWW"

Forever immortalized in dossiers and held in secret bunkers

Right next to about two kilos of key 23

For the figurative Word War I launched around society

From projectors and leapless thrown all throughout the city

These become tanks and torture with the help of a lock picker

The person with the cold red AIDS will then happen to get sicker

If you don't understand, look

These supposed theoretical rumors of intoxicant

Causes the user to see and literally think that he or she

Is within whatever scenario that was captured on paper

Whether a typescript or pen

The spectator will then insert itself into the scenario even when

You start reading the fiction from some oral dissertation

The person can still perish from your diction, see

Language is controlling and rules together with contradiction

We only know 26 letters, so therefore one is faced with some restriction

In the English language and all its spin-off renditions

From this point making it undistinguishable is my mission