Death of Ideas

How do you destroy an idea How do you enjoy what's right here What's the difference between a dream and a night mare What's it mean when we talk about free while life ain't quite fair I'm right here, no questioning my presence Not a thought attached, molded focus Pointed, sharpened, ultra notice Everything and every moment in its total essence No sight seer, or tourist, imma tortious Stationed right here until my rigamortis Dedication's an understatement, better understand it, I set the pace with Spaceship vibrations, astral frequencies And airiel perception (Chemical distractions) Rectangular abstraction, replaced with Spherical contemplation, and empirical observation Magic carpet cadets with edible starvation Chasing, the faceless realm behind the fiction Admitted and accented in its, representative Present pleasant, presentation Feet hanging, off the edge of the world Emersed within mental content, that constantly learns Hearing gods in the birds, seeing, ghosts in my words I'd explain it but, reasons a joke, have you heard Thinking upstream gets, ugly quick I'm the ugly duck, from the mid 90's, like wassup fuckshit We've built, landfills, atop pastures and meadows Give the pastor a medal, we've turned spirit into matter Sky sings as the sun dips, after comes the clouds drip Pay attention to surroundings, all around us Give your blessings to the soundset Bled the blend together as the crowd wept along with the song now spit Houseless, but unconditional home Fundamentally own, so essentially known Intellectually grown, it's so astounding Instrumental gets blown, into smithereens, I allowed it Houseless, but unconditional home Fundamentally own, so essentially known Intellectually grown, it's so astounding Instrumental gets blown, into smithereens, I allowed it The grass is greener where you water it The astroturf is only as fresh as you bought it Everytime a beat masters threw up a loop I slaughtered it Like a ninja of fruit, my words sharper than arsenic This is that Manufactured emotion from my intellect Pardon may I enter, didn't mean to interject I'm colder than father in November, hold tradition like a syndicate Flipping rhythms and every mic I see I intercept This is that shit, you can't find on the internet When research becomes a google search, we've limited The infinite, mind, my third eye, watches the ember lit Burn by like fireplaces in december dens A nice guy, but on the mic I like to sever heads So best watch where you step, I suggest If it's in my direction, you start pivoting Been on a mission since I was first shitted in this universe Out the void, I emerged With a voice of the gods, but I never been to a church One day i'll go prolly, and enter into state of samdhi Make 4D objects appear with my spoken verse Many have played me, acting like animation, no Body can save me, my fate is my hands n graced by The soul of malcom, word the amalgam I can move a mountain like marble with an anlbum, do you feel me? Your ears are being pierced with this verbal vomit And everybody, just, wanna sideline Wait until it all gets back to normal I think that shit is bullshit as a nightlight Houseless, but unconditional home Fundamentally own, so essentially known Intellectually grown, it's so astounding Instrumental gets blown, into smithereens, I allowed it Houseless, but unconditional home Fundamentally own, so essentially known Intellectually grown, it's so astounding Instrumental gets blown, into smithereens, I allowed it Man of the mind, "M" engraved up on my spine Metaphoric with my rhetoric, I web within a rhyme Real shit, not that type that you could buy But that type, that fights crime, from sundown to sunrise, it's a sign I'm the no town, repping OG, both coast-sides Know me, like the shoreline meets sea The message I'll explain all contained in the Presence of each wave, hear em SING You see The they can't get enough of my vernacular So I just keep it coming like viagara Each word a color, what I utter non verbal This is visual, empirical and mythical with more Than the average eye absorbs, this is war Through the passage, lines, explore, through the door lies the ya Past reprises torn, so I locked it and ate the key Then took a torch to the doorknob like the beat getting scorched Scott Storch, with handles, got the force, I'm a animal with a course, follow the way or get forced From the source, we've emerged and to the source We shall burn, and hopefully learn we were there, all along from the first beat, of course