I’m like Confucius writing music
That’s godcore and Star Wars but I’m George Lucas of the caduceus
My heart pour as the art draw
The wizard of words, a prince pronouncing the sound of Saturn
I like saying “Saturn,” it has a nice ring to it
From the house of the mic king rulers
I write with supreme movement
The jeweler, just drop gems, no jokes or humor
Step into my safari of Ataris
ColecoVision cause ego collisions to the body
On my writing paper I’m throwing a party
Crazy like the cholos from the ‘80s with their lady friends
Am I a martian or a Homo Sapien sapien?
Gods like thе Nommos or the Pleaidians
Arcadians, Armenians, Arabians, Mеsopotamians
Another quarter, let’s play again
Let me glide through your thoughts while I write with a wavy pen
I’ll surf sonically sound-free through your mind’s ocean
Floating through your brain storms you bring on
Tryna grab my lines, you out to sea, you left your blinds open
Time frozen, a ghost memory, rewind moment
Daydream, count the rings on a tree
Divine omens talk to me
It’s sorta like therapy
Compared to me I write heresy
Verily verily I say unto thee
Except anyone be born of water and of spirit
He cannot enter into the kingdom of God
The winged serpentine around my bars
Byzantine verses in my cards
Elohim worship of the stars
My mic transform into a rocket
My shades become window-shields, I’m sitting in the cockpit
And aims towards the darkness
The flame blows you unconscious
Going towards the nebula
Hold up, decrease the speed
RZA, release the Bees
Never expected KP
The beat is my nectar, it drives me crazy
If the sound is distorted, broken or prehistoric, I can reinstall it, restore it, rerecord it
Receiving the redeemed, the righteous, the ruler of the ring
The rabbits are received
So run like reindeers ‘cause the rapping rhino is redeemed