This is more than human music, this is 6th dimensional

One track minds could never become this critical

Jedi flip without the rocks and everything is mystical

The anti-cynical, holding hits in that are biblical

My duality's borderline indivisible

Henry Jekyll when quizzical, Edward Hyde with the syllables

I was made with no name, only a spirit

Astral project through past lives from the start to the finish

Manifested destiny through this art and these compositions

Making a sound that's out of this world was a premonition

Embracing a state of mind from mutiny

Of sacrificing integrity for an opportunity

So I'm standing dismissively, prolly not even listening

This body that I'm in, some days it ends up imprisoning

Me into this position where I'm only inhibiting

Myself from prospering off these plans that I been envisioning

Mnemonic addict, creating sonic magic

Selling topsoil for music this trash is tragic

You can't touch artistic vision with a children's hands

Got a pack of **** with me, Mel Gibson rants

(He went there) and I wrote that down with a hard r

Got a few exclusives I should give to narduwar

Bars like a first edition holographic charizard

Going for the hole in one you're happy just with par

Har har, I'm now a winner; you're just a viewer

Young bruiser, with an eye for our culture and fuckin future

Every move I make is more surgical than sutures

Treasure in my backpack, I'm D.B. Cooper