All hail, is it well with thee?
Before I speak I get permission from the elderly
Patiently waiting for the bell to ring
I'm fighting temptation that put a spell on me
Bloody colon, knuckles swollen
Buster Douglas in his lucky moment
Stolen belt, buckle Golden
Clutch Vulcan, Sultan
Son of Odin, chosen
Drunk a potion from a bubbling cauldron
Coping
My capacity for love is frozen
Left my inner-Romeo like young DeRozen
Dumped my soul twin, brung the hoes in
Rumps bulging - Double throated - Scoliosis
Arch your back til your butt and nose hit
Under drug hypnosis
And my mother knows it
Guns, roses
Buzzing locust
Another omen that begun unfolding
Giants get to Muggsy Bogues-in'
Son fly with the wax wings of Icarus
Return of the Black King is imminent
Vital organs are actually instruments
Feeling lit, pass me the filament
Live a myth, mad deep predicaments
Finna rip, athletes with ligaments
Pack need a split in it
Little infant speak native tongue fluidly
And pass it as gibberish
I phonetically spell teen with I in it
Let me borrow your bike, I be back in five minutes
You won't see me for a week or two
And when you do, I won't even remember meeting you
You know that little voice you hear deep in you?
Mine only says "I'm God" in repeating loops
Ghost illustrator
It's me, it's true
Sneaking through everything Alex Gray think he drew
I've seen a blind baby play peekaboo
Even seen a few Pikachu's out in East Peru
Reality's a fallacy you think is true
If you don't believe in me, I don't believe in you
Unidentifiable to normal eyes
As I stare at the horizon, I see Horus rise
Getting comfortable with death
Before I die
Mortal man on the surface, Immortal Lord inside
Higher than the pitch when the porpoise cries
Talking to the dolphins
This is John Lily's story time
As I journey this imaginary portal ride
Prophecy of the Babylonian Mordecai