Chorus
Verse 1
Prepare for it, but beware of my clairvoyance
And don't stare cos the stairways of your heads have been left open
And yeah there's bare ways for the feds to defend scoping
But they'll never detect k cos I pretend to be less potent
Sending telepathic messages, texting it to your president
Sending him to the mezzanine, wrestling with his head again
These suggestions are deafening, thinking "where the hell are they coming from?!
I wanna run" but he crumbles before the exit and
Back up in my palms, like them atoms tucked in a bomb
Raise a catastrophic alarm, pretty amazing, there's no way
To escape this maze that i put his brain in, couldn't be aiming for no less
With this vortex i'll put all in a hex, more dead than the 1st world war
But the morgue's in my head, no sniper rifle, just a pineal gland and my words
Distorting the thoughts of the men,( men)
More dead, than the first world war but the morgue's in my head
Be warned of a threat, war in effect
All cos you've left, doors in your head, open again
Yours could be next, or you can get taught in the steps
And make sure you're not caught in a mess
Chorus
Verse 2
Conceal my chakra, i'm astral, I feel like NASA
Projecting to planes where planes couldn't make it, the real akasha
The objective remains raising my wavelength until i've captured
The essence of the great debate, the creation of fields of matter
What matters is being objective, see the truth but we reject it
In a move we perceive as skeptical, ruins the deep perspective
If d**h is a step in destiny, embracing your fate effectively
Takes you away from chasing your days to behaving specially
So make amends for it
The karmic cycle is vital, these armies fighting just stifle
The greater energies
I can't die from a rifle, you can try to, but my minds too enlightened
Fight like a viking, my mic is a bad sight for my rivals
Had mans looking at lines from the bible
Now mans looking at I like an idol
You know what, f** a disciple, where the f** is the title?!
I elevate the game, you stay the same, deranged
Plus you claim its fate, the same mistake again
But its bait you're lame, your brain was made for caves
I'm a space invader making way for the plague
Have you seen my aura fam, it's like three times all your man
You might speak like a deep guy, he's just talking crap
Can't you see that he's short of facts
In the meantime I leave you with a thought, infact i'll leave you
With more than that
Like how is science forward now, when the mayans thought of that?