[Verse 1]
I was a teenager on the week of my b-day
Couldn’t find the right Adidas from a retailer
Hitting the reload on ebay like it’s beatsaber
Still knowing getting ‘em wouldn’t even be major
The heavens keep their cards to their chest
But when you really get it then it’s hard to forget
Bet, the essence of your being is a gap
Or is it disagreeing and not seeing it as that?
Got sick of being the Sherlock of introspection
Ever since the voices in my head all to do it for me through introjection
My whole library is one big forbidden section
Of occult science, skullduggery and vivisection
I admit it gets a little dreary here and there
Press my ear against a mirror hearing the appearance there
Inferiors in superiors who couldn’t last a day
Superiors in inferiors and crooked castaways
[Verse 2]
Don’t safeguard your lacerated feelings
Past the maze of Baphomet we ascertain the meanings
Contemplation of the concept is how I pass the days
A wizard’s never late nor early when he procrastinates
Amassing plates by the battle station
My muse is trying to unionize and hates my imagination
I live in a state of disdain and fascination
Dismay, adulation, bliss state and agitation
Risque affirmations increase the ego
Since you act as if I’ve never been this oblique tho
I’ll peacock, jog outside your crib with a teacup
Primordial, I’m Tiamat, I’ll make you see God
Just joshin’ ya, here’s a coffee, I’m off to the store
Before it closes, you want anything? If you do - ignored
I make them jaded, turning humans into obelisks
Practical philosophy in unity of opposites
[Verse 3]
Got my kicks, and now that I’m an wizened man
It doesn’t really matter if it is or if it isn’t, man
What? The essence of your being
I don’t know if you were listening or subsisting on codeine
I could diss you, I could chill, I could kiss you, I could kill
And the latter one I often try to visualize for real
This is your appeal to the chaos
Say it with some feel, dawg, say it with some zeal, with some pathos
If I drew the fool and as the cost, lost a fortune
I could chisel at a log and find the philosophorum
Block of wood, not the form, negated into thought alone
Knock on wood, made into a block of could, got reborn
Drop decorum, deep curtsies give me pause
Sometimes I feel you use big words to piss me off
Reading Hegel, wrestling with the essence of ideal
Wake up in an oasis, in the desert of the Real
I remember finding this on YouTube randomly back in 2018 n I had it on repeat since then until as of recently I bought it, I have a lot of good memories with this tape n it’s helped a ton, hope your doing good bro bro. 🙌🏾💜 damirr47!