Intro:
Yo big shout to the Sleepwalka Crew
K.Gaines, Ciph Diggler, the riddler
And of course, Dos Hermanos Hambre
Go make love to somebody

Homey’s the homey that’s now made his home in your Sony
Every phony baloney unfocused erroneous wodie need
Evacuate
And that’s real
I snap and pop and crackle and cackle at jackals in Towers of Babble
No tobacco or Advil
My anvils are apples
Big Apple go extrapolate what that means
[Apple a day]
I know I’m only human and humans are viewed and reputed as puny, polluted
But I refute it and I’ma prove it for everyone to see
Yeah
My fam-o was the pharaohs
My uncles and aunts and them answered the ammo
With the arrows
I'm shaman of shambles
Come lurk in the shadows with me
I’m a poet without any flow in particular
Lines of parables parallel perpendicular
Fans become addicted and find my diction ridiculous
This lil tidbit you're listening to's indicative
Keep your picket fences
I pitch my tents in the thick of it
Life’s a class that’s intensive
Lots of tests's
Death is the certificate
Throw your hands up for handsomest assonance and dissonance
Where my dawgs at? my dachshunds we
Dancing with the dissidents
Mixed it mastered and mastered all the disciplines
Passed it to NASA the planet’s on the map