[Verse]
She battin' her eyes
I couldn't surmise
How patterns collide
Despite gumdrop intentions
In fairytales there's much you must not mention
Like how often children die
Stanley Milgram wry
Half the bottle of Paco Rabanne
Feeling macho and calm as I stalk the mind
My avatar projects to Palestine
To Sudan in Dilla time
Gorilla pimping the pain of a past life
Venerate the mooseknuckle hairy
Lemonade was Barbados gooseberry
Tinge of kiwi
Summons a memory
I quickly dilly
Savor the moment and pray to repeat
Later we speak to the idea of omniscience
True love is always long distance
My style messy with precision
Not psychic, but physics
The funk mystic
The ravings of a moon cricket
Look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
Now look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
Now look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
[Outro Sample]
—or extracted
That’s the stuff to give them
Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages
Keep going, they love it
The rest of you have gone over to the side of our keepers. Which is which? How many of each? Who's standing beside you now? I intend to discover. Who are the prisoners? And who are the warders? I shall be running for office in this election