Abhi:

Grab the mortar and pestle and mix the ashwagandha

I cant beef w nobody they wrestling Oxford commas

Get your grammar checked, I was sleeping on bamboo mats

And I still chop it up with the finest like an ex-Benihanas chef

Back when I Used to pack a zip of that jack herer in black pajamas

bitches rejected me i was lacking aura

Now they tryna catch a concert, asking why I’m back to rapping

that’s like asking why Batman always gotta go back to Gotham

You find your zen in the zodiac predictions or bible bashing

I’m hitting the lips and smashing nicotine patches, we coping different

try to see the future in the stars and scripture

all I see is future fascists acting like they actually Christians

rappers barely pass the Turing, but the diamond testers blipping

what’s mine ain’t mined, you’ll find that I prefer it when ice is missing

I tried to tell em, my timing twisted

quantum molecular level pistol pumping

the iron precision is ion splitting

Hook:

Shit, oh my god

Came from outer space sounding like wildlife

Blast it from the skyscrapers this is hi fi

It’s a plane it’s a bird, it’s some sci fi

Oh my god,

Jumping off the rooftop and watch em sky dive

Steady landing every drops, he got 9 lives

It’s a plane it’s a bird, it’s some sci fi

Illmac:

I see these foul souls been rabble rousing the townfolks

legend of my return’s carried on whispers in households

Feel like The smell of victory wafting in front of a hounds nose

Emerge from my outpost and rappers doing the child pose

The Ground froze when i patrolled the perimeter

Coated my quill with corrosion inhibitors

Seal the kiss of death with a stroke of my signature

then upload to distributors

these Women pressed my bitch a flex like the Rosie the riveter

Soakin gold in baking soda and vinegar

Throwin stones at the throne of the emperor

Walking dead roamin like the ghost of Caligula

This aint my home ima visitor

My body a temple, soul is a prisoner

Eyes rolled skimmin the Akashic records like Combin thru literature

This Road was chosen for a lonely ronin my Journey in charcoal and ochre on cave walls, foretold in omens

Dont waste my time and offer no condolence over Moments stolen

im billowing smoke signals no one noticed While i pick apart my life and lose the plot that i was poking holes in

Notice the nodus tollens overrode my own emotions

prop the floodgates and hold em open

im overflowin

Feel like a droplet of water thats trynna hold the ocean

Hook:

Shit, oh my god

Came from outer space sounding like wildlife

Blast it from the skyscrapers this is hi fi

It’s a plane it’s a bird, it’s some sci fi

Oh my god,

Jumping off the rooftop and watch em sky dive

Steady landing every drops, he got 9 lives

It’s a plane it’s a bird, it’s some sci fi