Lunar Deluge

I woke up into a dream, a dream that was more real than it seemedWith no animation or green screenHuman beings need special specs provided by special requestTo see the spectacular special effectsIf you can see what I saw or hear what I heardYour ears will not need to hear the sound of my wordsMy thoughts follow my feelings that is how I thinkThe sceptics are rarely convinced, their feelings are exemptWhat is the point of thought if you can not control the resultWhat is it worth if anything at all?Where do we exist from? What do we exist for?We were intelligently designed to be a resourceHow can there be free will without the freedom to feel?We pursue an illusion that isn't realP-12 psychics taking red pills to produce thrillsThan predicting a coin toss a hundred times to prove skillTelekinetic electro-genetic psyonic weaponWith extra-sensory perception of precognitive methodThat's why I can rhyme with consistenceIndisputable evidence repeatable on the street or in studio sessionI am sorry if you feel I am refusing your questionsThat's not my intention, my mind is in a higher dimensionAt these levels I have much higher attentionAscension into a level of rhyme that's defined as divine interventionMy intent to present the most intensive lung splittingTongue twisting sentence ever historically recorded to presentBut that is not the point of this lessonI will continue this poetic expression, you must listen to make the connectionI will slow downNow take a deep breath and try to get with the flow now, this is it,Back to the beginning when the Milky Way first started spinningSound was the only thing livingThe Universe was singing, signals were pingingLife began to emerge from one light blinkingThe sound stabilized itThe color spectrum was immediately divided by levels of brightnessThe speed of the spin began risingGravity was created and forever affected by thisAnd thus, the elements were created in a cradleSmashing against one another like balls on a pool tableWe like to label so we give things namesI shook your hand and told you mine was GermaineIn my dream I was hoisted into a plane with a space-age frame by a giant gantry craneMy code name was SpitBoss, T-minus 2 seconds 'til liftoffLet me tell you what Canibus saw:I saw a world in deluge, fighting over fossil fuels and foodLike a bunch of god damn fools