[GHOSTE VERSE:]
This that visualizing demons while deep in yo sleep and dreamin bout chiefin with kings up in a castle made of kief
I'm kreepin on with my heathens who don't believe what you speak
And you travel on just beleivin all of the thangs that you hur
I put my faith in the sacred geometry known as PHI
You took so many synthetics that it goes over your mind
You see me study quadrivium make me lose track of time
But time is only a piece of what we can't see with our eyes
I got my balaclava
You can't see nada