[Intro]

Richard Nixon: "and I want to say this to the television audience, I made my mistakes
But in all my years of public life, I have never profited..."
Interviewer: "You had advance knowledge of 9-11, do you agree or disagree with the RNC?"
George W. Bush: "Uhhh, there's time for politics, and uh, you know..."

[Verse 1]

Shut up and just listen!
I'm on a mission
That is driven
By my intuition
To obtain and maintain
The knowledge of the ancients
Patience
Is primary to creations
Silence is key
To appreciate it
Oh shit
A pen just fell
Meaning conflict
Is eminently mental
Possibly parental
Turbulent credentials
And maybe existential
Just an individual
Trying to be spiritual
And lyrical
Mind over matter
And love above material
I solve issues with my pens
No need to get physical
Less it's intimately spherical
In which case
I'm a motherfucking miracle
Writing is my ritual
Rising to the pinnacle
It's literal
I'm tryin' not to be cynical
[Interlude]

Yitzhak Nakash: "Shiites constitute 80% of the native population of the oil-rich, Persian Gulf region."

Mike Shuster: "Where there is oil in Iran, Shiites predominate, where there is oil in Iraq, they do as well
And in the oil-rich areas of eastern Saudia Arabia, the Shiites are concentrated too."

[Verse 2]

Shamanize my mind
With oblivion and paradise
Mixed in equal time
Geometric shapes
With organic lines
I bend the tines
Of your forks with my rhymes
Sittin' sippin' wine
Feelin' fine
As we dine on the vibes
High on life
Feeling right
Writin' tight
And I gleam
At the stars
While they beam
And I sing
Around the fire
Cuz the scene is serene
Dirving through the desert
I know that life is priceless
The land is hot and dry
But not lifeless, it's quite lush
And I might just, fight lust
By righting on the righteous
Papyrus full of white dust
White light and night brush
Blessings to the East
Prayers to the West
I'm neutral motherfucker
So don't get obsessed
Don't get religious
And I won't question
Stop telling lies
And I won't confess them
I'll bless them
Every single soul has a message
And it's the goal
Of every soul to learn lessons
Some are spiritual
And some just wreck shit
Others bloom late
And some get neglected
But no matter what the text is
Or what the mess brings
Every single being
Reaches light in the ending!