[Verse 1: Presto]
Lyrical geophysicist
Postmodern henotheistic
Neolithic astrotheologian visionist
Indigenous images with ancient
Depictions of futuristic missions
Translated Sumerian like Sitchin did
Dualism diminishes through
Cognitive dissonance
The difference is I could split
These n***as wigs in an instant kid
Rockin' technology
Verbal bionic biology
Tectonic anomalies
Expose masonic symbology
2012 prophecies, topics
On the gospel of Thomas
And Enoch and sacred geometry
N***a I'll test ya', wrestle
Ya' ass in cage like Nicholas
The modern day Nikola Tesla
My hollow tips'll blеss ya'
Push keys like John Tesh
Vеrbal turrets, n***as is under pressure
Tex mex like I'm sending text
Messages to every Mexican in Texas
North American union is imminent
[Verse 2: Canibus]
This rag's for scrubbing, your asshole not mine
For the last time your the asshole in my rhymes
Look up in the sky, die!
I'm a 30,000 foot ocean wave snatching planes out the sky
Fuck the day Tesla discovered the Death Ray
My legs got replaced by two miniature Segways
Try to escape, smack face into a fire escape
I can relate, try something else, just don't try it too late
You can't overpower him, he's 33 times your weight
He spit 33 rhymes in one place
Want respect line up next, catch metaphor wreck
The sound of my voice come from the core of my chest
Room tempt so cold it is hot
No matter how much it feels like home, you should know it is not
The mental of the orchestral vessel, not even tryna stress you
I rhyme like this 'cause it's simple
Supine suplex disconnect spine from neck
Whatever it takes to make you rhyme less
Picture this, been a lyricist
But I was scorn by a society of preliterate degenerates
This beat make you mad at me, fuck Bobby McFerrin for 'being happy'
Fuck you for giving him the Grammy
The song he wrote, you might wanna sing it note for note
If you can follow the flow, the monotone glow monochrome
Fuck that, I rap autotune, automated Boom Bap boom
Face recognition hardware zoom
Face recognition software, identify if you are bald head or long hair
Through several atmosphere's
Yeah, look up in the skies
[Verse 3: Sick Since]
When you fools gonna learn
Sick Since and Canibus and Presto will kick rhymes to change the world
The Aristotle models configure to model Hell
The Nephilim follow the comet through microgenetic silos
Sound cracks the outerspace transmission
The integration only come from divine intervention
The similar mission, only in post beta phase
The mental energy will turn it into stellar waves
Harmonic alchemy, call it the master stage
I hear the tones of consciousness, I wake up and try to explain
I am on a higher plane