[Intro] Richard Nixon: "and I want to say this to the television audience, I made my mistakes But in all my years of public life, I have never profited..." Interviewer: "You had advance knowledge of 9-11, do you agree or disagree with the RNC?" George W. Bush: "Uhhh, there's time for politics, and uh, you know..." [Verse 1] Shut up and just listen! I'm on a mission That is driven By my intuition To obtain and maintain The knowledge of the ancients Patience Is primary to creations Silence is key To appreciate it Oh sh** A pen just fell Meaning conflict Is eminently mental Possibly parental Turbulent credentials And maybe existential Just an individual Trying to be spiritual And lyrical Mind over matter And love above material I solve issues with my pens No need to get physical Less it's intimately spherical In which case I'm a motherf**ing miracle Writing is my ritual Rising to the pinnacle It's literal I'm tryin' not to be cynical [Interlude] Yitzhak Nakash: "Shiites constitute 80% of the native population of the oil-rich, Persian Gulf region." Mike Shuster: "Where there is oil in Iran, Shiites predominate, where there is oil in Iraq, they do as well And in the oil-rich areas of eastern Saudia Arabia, the Shiites are concentrated too." [Verse 2] Shamanize my mind With oblivion and paradise Mixed in equal time Geometric shapes With organic lines I bend the tines Of your forks with my rhymes Sittin' sippin' wine Feelin' fine As we dine on the vibes High on life Feeling right Writin' tight And I gleam At the stars While they beam And I sing Around the fire Cuz the scene is serene Dirving through the desert I know that life is priceless The land is hot and dry But not lifeless, it's quite lush And I might just, fight lust By righting on the righteous Papyrus full of white dust White light and night brush Blessings to the East Prayers to the West I'm neutral motherf**er So don't get obsessed Don't get religious And I won't question Stop telling lies And I won't confess them I'll bless them Every single soul has a message And it's the goal Of every soul to learn lessons Some are spiritual And some just wreck sh** Others bloom late And some get neglected But no matter what the text is Or what the mess brings Every single being Reaches light in the ending!