Crop Circles

Yo, what the fuck was that? Wait, fuck is that?! Yo, what the fuck was that? Now I'm not tryna sound like a conspiracy theorist And I'm not tryna go back and forth about these visions How vivid it is of an image. I'm not convincing atheist It took a while to convince myself Give a fuck if you believe in something else And if you think about it, things can get a lot more far-fetched High level complex A lot less context, look I'm drawing a line and I'm not prioritizing how it's simply put In a history book or the media rounds Propaganda that's bound to be Somewhat strategic to regurgitate like I'm bulimic I'm eager to show you the how I've drawn a couple of mind maps And plotted parallels of what I've dug up and found Unearthing the ground The only explanation from an abstract boy Is they ransack, destroy The lab rats poking his head back to add to the void Avoid mass hysteria when walking these crop circles Lemi moya iyangi hlupha Lemi moya iyangi hlupha See. See. See. See I know that look. Don't give me that look The rolling eyes don't surprise me. Visibly shook And I swear to God, no fugazi. Vision is screwed And I recognize the response you're giving is proof It's all good, ang'cenge muntu Vele ang'buzi Ang'thwele kab'hlungu I've deadened the room, and It's only my voice that I hear when the topic is truth It gets louder when we topic is skewed Different mahogany hues on skin thicker than the trunk from the roots That's nourishing bunch of bohemian troops Head to head against schools of thought Printed on some paperback spools That's cursive writing of revisionist views, yeah Round in circles in these patterns that's all the same I could've sworn I seen 'em dangle on Credo's chain Cuban links versus human scripts History bussed down with matching grillz Smile for the mass appeal Spinning in crop circles (Lemi moya iyangi hlupha) (Spinning in crop circles) (Lemi moya iyangi hlupha) (Spinning in crop circles) (Spinning in crop circles)