[Intro]
First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Verse 1]
[B. Dolan]
My mama said I had to see it to believe it
Made an appointment since I hate to disappoint, I keep it
In the mini mall parking lot where universal secrets
Reveal themselves to nail technicians in the evenings

I walk into this nail salon, the conversation ceases
I ask the nearest customer where I can hear a reading
She pointed toward the back, face slack not speaking
Seen the candles and the virgins and the curtain it was beaded

Greeted by the gypsy woman, who looked me in my eye
Said ‘It’s free the first time since you’re the unsure kind
I sense that you’re inclined, somehow to make words rhyme
And people pay to be with you and speak for a certain time
Wait, I see the believers with they hands to the ceiling
You deal with intimate feelings, you work with symbols and meaning'
I said chill, respect the skill, so I won’t blow the cover
Here’s a hundred dollar bill, quit lyin’ to my mother

[Chorus]
First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Verse 2]
[Yugen Blakrok]
Throwing stones from inside a glass prison
Wash those sweaty hands, most forget to value what they already have
Palms read in prose form, crystal ball engineer
Hides behind the cage culture circus veneer
The symbolism splitting hairs on their little chins
The chins middle finger makes the world spin, swimming in a sea of sin
Irrational practicers who won’t bury the hatchet
Got a taste for beef but this consultation should cleanse your pallet
Change direction, caught up in the gimmick
Under a glass ceiling can access the bigger vision
And vultures are just hanging there
Cowl neck who’s gonna get the fowl nest?
I shout vexed tyrannosaurus inside a proud chest
Heavy reading both candlelit and epic
Got me squeezing pressure points set up shop and then I wreck it
Check the method
The four counts for the record
And thought patterns on track spans a nebula in a second
[Chorus]
First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but I’m clenching my jaw tight
So when it’s my turn to speak, I can’t talk right
Write on the walls as I walk towards the light

[Interlude]
Near the end of this record
There will be a period of silence
During this period let yourself experience whatever is best
For you
Let yourself experience whatever is best
For you

[Outro]
In this era of fake news, existential terror, and trick knowledge
Don’t get fooled or confused by the views and the gimmicks
It’s scanning your brain for data and analytics
They used to tell lies to your vision now they read minds with precision
Falling for the script constantly self snitching
You conversate in private with your confirmation bias
But the stars ain’t in alignment with the subject of your science
Epic Beard Men
Tricknowledgy
Use your foresight
Make it to the future
(Strange Famous!)