[Intro] Just Stay In Yo Lanes Fellas! [V1] In just 4 bars I'll have all man pop'n Boners Like over dosing on Viagra Over these etches & itches of the Matrix's glitches Have U all gut busted like when a chicks Had an egg she con't hold like when I Hold the Goddess' lips 2 my fiery pen Of the Lord, as spit within this Mic Like ding-ding, round-4-round But definitely not, pound-4-pound tho But maybe if we're talk'n a couple of shells Rolling around on the ground Then yeah maybe, but still There's still this under lye-ing definition As 2-Y most men like 2 think They've slid me nothing but passes But wouldn't U-B the 1 who needs (The Pass!) Cuz uncle Sam's got U by yer Teeny-tiny little feeble brass balls & me, well mine R huge gigantic-stealy balls Just pulsating 2 come in & wreck & reak havok on everything All U soppy piss ants understand as an understanding U-understand me now, don't U (Yeah, I bet U do! x3) [Bridge] It's not from whence we came forth but with in which we engage our seeking of the future... (Or am I just skitzo? x5) [Chorus x2] When U enter in 2 Ascension! The mind plays filthy nasty little tricks! Tryna catch U-up-Perpetually keep'n U! (Down!) Hold up, what U-C isn't what U-C really! Reality is-a Fabricated-Syndicated-Publication! What I grasp within these breaths! Not 1 other grass hopper could ever grasp! Leave'n em all Breathless Tryna-catch & keep up! (Crickets!) [V2] Gone R all my best pressed years of Huckle Baring Doesn't mean I still ain't out here Daring All man 2 pick up an issue more than Mini thin narratives that generate Black book lists, the feds R 2 afraid 2 release & it all reminds me Of that alien-in-Independence Day Where it screams, "Release Me!" The feds would rather C-me dead Or at the lengths of sum earth man's Short ass wits, ego twitches Speak'n of which, how many Of these weak ass spell casting (Witches & Wizards!) Will wanna dance w/this piranha-Dino slay'n bastard Pretty much all of them, eye-sir-my'z! (Hahaha x3) [Bridge] [V3] Now when I actually put my vocals 2 production Nix have been known 2 pull As young as 10 years of age So now it's wisdom B-4 age Or is it Beauty, I forget since I'm just as Ugly As all the fuck'n rest of em Those who grew up, fucked between Cliffs & game face like (Alright!) Who's really ready 2 go 2 war With outa mission other than Acquiring whatever technology Is available & waging war until The only thing left standing is the Till like (Ca-Ching!) U can all stay steady get'n rob'd blind & I've forevermore been on my- (Sublime!) [Chorus]