Forget the fossil records, look at the neural glitch, Evolution wasn't slow, more a psychedelic hitch! 'Others' aren’t 'aliens', they’re the feed-back loop, Projecting through the prism, the ones who brew the soup. To look past the dirt, at the mycorrhizal web, Watch consciousness arise, watch ego's fuckin' ebb! They are the architects, the elves in the machine, The ones who paint the canvas on this entire scene. We’re just the channel, tuned to their frequency, A meat suit for their matrix, Myco-miscellany! [rap flow resumes] Are we just actors? Just a fuckin' projection? Of an intelligence unknown, that requires humanity's connection? [intense rhythmic delivery] Not hallucinations, an intensification! A realization inside a Manifestation! No longer linear, time is a collapse Psilocin pulled the trigger, now we’re caught in the gaps The 'Others'—are they us, evolved or invited? Cosmic passengers who just coincidentally alighted? The spores didn't just appear. They organized- They arrived!!! The brain is just the soil, Thoughts just fruit on the tree. Who’s pulling at the mycelium? Check the transmission Check the signal Cranial expansion, carbon-based Bypass, The primate was the peak, lost in the Grass. Until animal shit alchemy and the psilocybin Key, Opened the firewall- a taxonomy Tree. We're not the apex, we are the Guest's, CHOMPIN' on oracle's, takin' spiritual quests Boundaries dissolved, 'n languages Bloomed, Once hunter-gatherer's- now 'geniuses' doomed. Not a tale, not a trip, it’s a reinstallation, Rewriting software on primitive civilization. Spores mapping synapses, in geometry and Light, Now we're lost in the stars, seeing beyond sight. It’s the fungal architecture in the grey matter Cell, We’re not the authors, just the vessels for the Sell. Who are They? Entities in the dimension twistin' zone? Eatin' up our ego's, watchin our realities roam. It’s a, it’s a, it’s a symbiotic Loop! Not what we are—but who is moving Through?!
