Yes, I'm the crystal prince, from the mountains with goat an antler scout crown, I told the people that the water is poison (he's gone mad) don't drink from the well (he's gone mad)

You don't rep radio pirate, go clutter links, anchoring fly kids
That veggie head dunce cap rap I digest
You clock me whether the iris by which you dispatch arrows of liquid sentiment isn't in face fly shit
My belly's eyelids launch tentacles out chakras with 30 moon system luminescence behind it
And blast the gastric hive, I smoke my own energy like in cyphers I pass the high
Nothing's original, everybody who looks into the stands can easily be classified
Sip chamomile I drink the wind and discharge and expanded mind
I secret San Fran ergonomy labs set up by chemists running underground, acid mines
Me and my social side can't coexist much longer
Rap blog radicals critique, so I pull out punk gauges on fellow song birds
I'm paranoid, I feel cornered, I'm starving
Give me tap shoes, a cup and a street corner, I'll rhyme for quarters
Witness the meltdown, crystal ship for fossilite's earth water
Heads on post warn the boarder
Applaud for the pauper, sober for a year and a half
Cases pending, beat writer type, weird with the craft
I'm in the tC '07 in corduroys
Summer heat, long beard and a stache
Your gaping eye holes just peer into raff
My new shit is personal, not geared for the fans
Take that sheep shears to the lambs
Club bunnies hop with bar crawlers get smacked out of that beer in your hand
For all those underground barrier air-head, fox terrier egos who tried to diss me
I lay sick and get busy, you still fix seeds
I fish souls from vessels and throw them into whirlwind speed
I settle spectral dust, lick creek, build an incoherent city
Remote, stubble covered in a Rhinebeck cabin noose and misery and mint leaves
Indeed the souls is cosmic (yup) the body political
I study hell using psychedelic visuals in my living room
Trying to figure out how disembodied spirits can feel pain physical
With fear and loathing tonight
My planet's energy sapping in animated principle-less flight
I glide over fantastic fabrics of the mind and plunge into gas flames
Came too at my cottage to find the roach in the ashtray
Moth silhouettes gathered behind lamp shades, 21 gram weight

(High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed.) [an excerpt from The Happy Prince written by Oscar Wilde]