[Verse 1: High Priest]
But remember it all started with this...
When the pen hits the paper pitter patter a palpitation
Of money in purpose causes sputter from weighted burdens
A billowing beckoning bronchials that conquer
Your cause and your trauma you fall into echoing oceans that call you
Were we want you, aren't you cold turning blue?
Aren't you orange in my soundtrack
Hermaphrodite insight shines like light
Brightless light futures, yours is limited
Gimmicks and mimicry may be jaded, your dated
They didn't tell you but your life is not your own clone
No one in the picture is a fiction of your figment
The different things that you remember are from my life
Like the time your mind told you rhymes were worth more than the price of looking back
[Hook]
Your world is flat
Aha, you fell off
Hoping that the laws of gravity will bring you back to Earth
If not, OK
Your words fall lighter than air so float away
And disappear into a black hole sun/son
And disappear into a black hole sun/son
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[Verse 2: High Priest]
Beats coach those, most boastful
Anti-pop, antimatter
Me and matter catastrophically clashes the moment we pa** through the fabric
Of going through holes that you left in the moment you stole and then left in the photo
So the synergy of energy that's emptying from you to me
Is making me much stronger as the dawn reaches a close
No flows matter when mastodons froze, that's the bomb flows
I heard that from Venus, my mic is like Neptune's trident, my mic is vibrant
It's not a cave, it's a rib cage of stone age beats
This beat is primitive, makes you move like the clouds
[Hook]