Ay what year is this Lord Chaos hey boss where’s ZAPS Raise moss like a fund raiser In a salad bowl we toss trees and tasers With bees in nature Sweet flows drip drop on the paper Mapped down each acre Underground deep craters Looking up a star gazer Waiting for a chance to blow like a geyser Hi Sir how your flows chill but hyper I exert knowledge but in fading like icebergs Every time I climb it change The heights burn Ike’s turn fight like mikes work Might show I bump like mites lerk Wanna hop on a production by Kirk Gold Knights at the kings table But know this no fable But as children of the sun We are Chosen to be enabled Last resort of the human time Connect with the mind Progress through bind new signals hidden truths to find We are the 3rd kind So map your brain with this new design Skull and bones just the foundation Perceived through the outside Not knowing that inside beholds wisdom beyond wise Far from our 2 eyes You see symmetries ying and yang to speak my soliloquies I’m balanced ask Anubis I’m from Petra I knew this Also was a Buddhist Truest to the clueless On a canoe quest See my roots spread in the forest Van island support up superior Equilibrium so board up Doomsday incoming 2047 be running
