Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Eye of creation

I am the I of creation divine
Me maka believe I'm the messiah of time
With a wallet like jack frost
From a bet that I lost
Yamo make ya fastforward
And rewind

Me homies with the homies of imagination's own boast
Truth seeker, moment peeker, I get high when I coast
Arrogance to terrabits ain't as bad as it seems
Brag about my aura with toxicity beams

Got a lot of stuff that ya'll wanna know
Hypnotic dreadlocked chronic for the freaks in the show
Gonna shift my steez, just a little you know...
Sigh, thought wave, plane
I gotta go.

1 comment:

  1. get loose to get bent, get bent to get loose.