[Intro]
Ah, Killah Priest, to make consciousness coextensive with protoplasm leagues of course
Priest, to a discussion of the criterion by which consciousness can be inferred and hence a third solution
Which states consciousness began not with matter, but you must go underwater until you hear the babies
The children, star seeds, then you will see

[Verse 1]
Did I survive or did I drown beneath the clouds?
This light takes my body down this stream for miles, no sound
Just bows as of wings of owls joined
Along the banks of this illuminous canal
Softly lit lubricant had me in tune with the Nilе
It’s the gene pool king in a tomb nеar the Nile
Move through the springs too, the serpentine reptile
Sparkle like gleaming jewels, purple, red, blue child
Answers too, did I lead by free will? Reveal
Did we escape or was I exiled?
Will I be beached? The currents keep dragging me deep ’til I’m beneath
Into a cove, I glow in a creek (get off me)
I’m salty like I’m bleached
It started raining fire and desire, I storm out on belief
The puddles show my struggles, there’s no tides, they don’t love you
You hear the cries, I nosedive the bubble
Quiet storms over ponds, it’s like I’m reading palms
I feel this calm but have bleeding knuckles
Then I’m embraced by sun-rays that turn me to ice.become waves
Into soft light, and that’s one way I’m unfazed
As I bathe more in the bay, bet you crabs start corals that’s sure as the day
I drift past the elders of the delta
The cherubs, helter-skelter, the hell that scares ya
My eyes roll back, I feel the terror
I can’t go back, I start to shiver
The man in the house with the vase pour me a river
“Do I see eternity indefinitely and permanently?”
Patience will accompany me and correcting myself comfortably
I show compassion and forgiveness they brung to me
One two three, free-fall into a fee aura then recall
Bring me peace like rewards, then I flow onto a royal
Light bodies, coils, will the river dry? I feel soil
I'm meditating, not ignoring you
Pouring brew, applaud of you
The spirit moves beneath the Moon into a lagoon
I saw my horrors at the harbor, voodoo
It’s pitch-black going darker
Climb in a canoe, paddle back, my soul’s bothered
Is this my end? Was it my beginning? I’m spinning
Jet-skis, the Devil’s driving, I’m on linen
[Verse 2]
The water broke a huge wave, I’m surfing
Over old ways of cold days, I was uncertain
‘til I heard Liquid Swords ‘til ripples flipped my board
Once again I fell deep, went down, saw sea urchins
Once again swimming through interviews, criminals
My failures, regrets, isolation, PCP they call wet
Learn to breathe, release stress
This is a sea, depressed
Don’t worry, GZA told me, “KP, you got next”
Supportive care, mental repair, Heavy Mental is near
I’m aware, gave me scuba gear
Sunlight, nutrition, you too would glisten
True religion, exercise, my receptor was high, ancestor vibes
From Rocket To Nebula, Divine Intervention
Technicolor from the Third Eye, I’m forever your guide
Forget rhymes, I make inventions that will change everything
All you have to do is listen in and know the library kings
Prepare their graves with clary sage
I wrote a scary page and told Joseph be on your merry way
Jesus Christ, speaking in tongues, we’re having a seizure
Déjà vu with my amnesia
While y’all be on Instagram, I play with pentagrams and scare preachers
That’s why I need to come up for air, it’s rare
But how long should I be here? I need a breather
I’m soaking and these omens are taking me
I’m stroking but this ocean is open for water skis
Take me to a border, please
As I’m embraced by this cozy brightness
I’m encircled with purple, I see this tunnel, I feel snuggled
I tumble and tumble as I’m brung through the primordial puddles
What is this? A swamp or reservoir? Where these headless dogs once haunt
Through these mountains where natives once flaunt
They write using a sacred font
Mystic language, drain my anguish
But I’m anxious to see the ancient, the lake of greatness
We float to a moat, above the water I see smoke
It’s like a mist, it sits, I must be getting close
Then I heard words from the lips of the shaman
“This the end of your trip,” then I awoke
[Outro]
What was that he gave me
You have gotten in tune with yourself, your higher self