[Verse 1: Canibus]
It's the optical stimuli of watching men cry
I hope I've got time to repent before I die
Bury me at the beach if the sea is out of reach
'Cause when I speak, what's fluid becomes concrete
Like a falcon up in the sky, 10,000 feet
Looking down at you bitches looking at me
Phase shifting to 45°
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books that I read
Sucking from the breast of knowledge – constantly weaning
Unbeseemingly a genius without meaning
Try to visualize what Harry Houdini was feeling
Handcuffed underwater without breathing
Near death on a fatal quest for air
But why should anyone care? He put himself there
His career was based on facing his fears
To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs
He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers
They couldn't tell him where he was going or how to get there
It's better to be prepared and fail
Than to be scared and unsure of yourself and still get killed