Engines

Yo, I'm spinnin' wicked cast around voodoo, true sinner

Séance wire tapped 'em off, new senders

Spoon's engine, spit spillin' loose image (Pshh)

Remove innards, cuckoo nest, a woozy loon binner

Gog, Magog

Strapped to a suicide bomb at Giza

I barehand acid, deal creep up

Hip Hop's, Bhagavadgita (Uhh)

Tool tub went to Daygo Baff for some white moon dust

In a parchment, bowtie and helium balloon tux (What?)

Low-key colomnist, moon north and tonics

In condiments, sittin' ghost with the demon bride concement

Psychoactive magistrate at the consulate

Bongs get ripped

Codeine in the Fanta fizz (Pshh)

FDR clippin' Big Brother to watch you skid out eyes like apocles?

Mic booth a cannabis stock room (Oh shit)

Gonzo plug hive

Pull up armed with spikes in a truck like a blood drive

I was dropped in a volcano, and hatched from an egg (Hm)

Fallin' outta Tom Cruise's jet

You rap bitches bad as obvious as Jeffrey Ep'

In Moët expressed

The wax Celemin

Had breakboys spinnin' on their heads (Woah)

Nephilim baby planneled and stressed

Halos hung over agent heads

Alien race made with angels in anal sex

Wait though

Let me take Hotep (Hotep), this raincoat drenched

Under the weather forever, so forget you're the best

And I should've recorded everything I've said

Don't like what I write and spit

My psyche Hyphy, kid

Run up in your crib at night be, just a slight siege

One in your hypie's necks

I'm drug addicted and depressed

And once you get this intelligent

Nothin' makes any fuckin' sense

All alone in this throne of skulls

I sit upon this fortress built from bones

Bone swords, bows and broken legs

Lookin' over the edge (Uhh)

I'm dead!

South, to get that, Acapulco Gold

Ain't nothin', it can't fix (Can't fix)

When the streets are lined with bricks of Acapulco Gold!