It's f*ckin' lame residing on the same Level-Plane
The same frame every day, hitin' it on the same lane
Convertin' the same Space, continue that same phace
Intelligence - Locus - Rucus
Switchin' to I-Rail
Goin through 9 - Hells, making your Soul frail
Preppin' the coffin' while we shut it stuck with each nail
Veil in it like Clock-Work
Mystery of Insight
Locked inside'n Iron-Box, speakin' "Sagas of End-Times"
I speak that wave of symmetry
Chaos in variety, Rap-Art - State of Anarchy
I'm killin' of that Bigotry
Catch a sense of Irony, draw the Philosophy
Gladiator-Ranked, Status - Violently
Elevative, Sacred, Free
Re-Livin' in the moment of the Higher-Me
No thought's, no breath as I try to Re-Collect
All beginnings and Ends
Makes One & The Same
The Riddle of Odin - Forgin Weapon of the Mic
Light like water electrifyed, through the Ion-Prime Lines
Wielded on the Crystall-Web of Universal Mind
Now take a f*ckin' break, generate some Wisdom
Make pre-emenation, inspire true inspiration
Titans fall like mankind, like Gods share destination
We of equal quality, still we tryna' impress em'
We utter blindly and do out of I'll tempered intentions
Guess Society stems from low-begotten expectatations
Now why is it that we strive so hard to beat our Goals
If you ask me, I know that you don't even know
People act up, like they always in controll
Chasing that which in the now, turns into Old
Lookin' at Sea-Shells - form that Phi-Rate
Era's revered by Gods & adressed by the High-Kings
Sittin' in silence, catchin' the High-Sense
Listen'-in to nothing in the Heart of what is Timeless
I'm Harmony, I never take a break
I vibe back and forth like I'm in this Endless-Faith
Feelin' heavy'n baked, makin no mistakes
Holding focus on the energy of the waves I'm Locus
Containin' that Force of a Soul that won't be Saved
I know, I'm motherf*ckin' crazy in the head
I smash masses, like a bonafaide - Braindead
I'm just heavy on the bottle, t'ill I'm f*ckin' wasted
Hasty, glanced with perceptions of a Drunken-Mason
See I'm just tired of eating all the f*ckin Questions
Portraied as The Lone-Rider, livin' a life of Sin
If you don't play The Game you will neither Lose nor Win.
Metric Battle-Royale, comin' in live from the Computer-SIM
Fury of The Warrior, mastering the Rage within'
I don't know, but I'm channeling controll
Objects Levitatin' of the floor, as I'm pickin' up the flow
"Agenda - 99" - Smokin' till I'm faded on the road
What the f*ck is time if not Illusion about us in a Sinkin' Boat
Geo-Reality runnin' the Thor-Fusion Host
Ignitin' up jokes, spittin' fire to roast
Rattle-Drums, chanting Prime-Elementals in close
Pull forth a Butterfly Effect of my own design
From Fire to Ember you only need YOU to survive'
Now bring a toast to yourself all the way from 9 - 5