Man, if I’m dreaming rhymes, I don’t even know what the point of waking up is
I just wake up for y’all, ya know what I mean?
At this point, I just wake up for y’all
It’s in my dreams

This is true freedom
The messiah now you freed him
You see him making art for a museum
Same old same old
The brain flows abstract, that same ol’
Basquiat, hip-hop we jot be like chemistry
With multiple polyphony symphonies when I hit the keys
It really isn’t deep for the scholarly
Who study rhyme in its totality
My mentality is too smooth, so sick I can do moves
Literally, invisibly like I was bluetooth
My new crew’s impeccable
My man [?] draws architectural freehand symmetrical
The artistry where all the artists be
Spread intellect, truth and artistry
So imagine a society of great thinkers
Where we discuss concepts, recreate language
Study great painters, plus poetry, science and math
We defining our path
The type of thoughts I entertain when I’m in the lab
Design ‘em from scratch
You either get left or you try and adapt and that’s that