Young Taylor flexed on this beat
So I proceed to flex on my seat
Talking bout the pineal throne
Knock knock
Who's there
My third eye's home

Mm ah the lights or on
All the lights are on

The revival of telepathy
Will begin with me
Put down you telephone
Cellular Evolution

I forgive you if you think
I don't communicate enough
It's tough
See me
I've always lived in my mind
Out of sight
Into sound
They say out of sound

I'm better than I was
And I'll be better than I am
In due time
See I'm the evolution
Of communication in my mind
Architect of the subconscious made conscious
Not to be confused with Confuscious
And a mind made for an eye
You'd think I'd...
My whole worlds blind
Constructed a fortress of fortunes
A Temple Empire of higher
Like a Stoney Steeple paging peter piper
It's about high time
If you can' see my hustle or you don't know my grind
It's because you're outside

If you can't ring my bell
Send kundalini up my spine
You're not in mind
Ring ring God is on the mainline

Sometimes I want to scream shout
Let it all out
Watch me close my mouth
It's soul food that I'm fed
And the maids make my bed
Right here in my house
Quiet like a church mouse
But I pick your brains like a rat
Put Mickey Taelor on the track
Gi'dem Audio crack
Whack heads wanna back hand
Tell me I can't rap
What she talk about
She said crazy
Keep on saying that

I'm better than I was
I'll be better than I am in time
You say I'm outta my mind
But I'm in here on the throne of the pine
Silly n***as can't find me

In the palace 'mongst the forest
Of my infinite shine
Jingling jingling I got the keys
Keep that in mind