[Verse 1: MC Pan]
I call on the Ek Ong Kar
Come vibrate in every bar
So we may return home
Echoing back to Source
Like they say: “When in Rome”
Let Life run its course
I exit the stratosphere
No DMT needed
We live in the metasphere right here
Just like the sky is clear
Let's visit all the planets that I seeded
ETs we greeted while in deep meditation
Our current situation
Reflects our vibration
Keep stimulating my imagination
Astral Projection
Is Interstellar masturbation
I sent you packets of information
Please accept my transformation
Pan: the Avtar, the Rapstronaut
Make sure you chant within earshot
I forgot my soul was a teapot robot
That shatters clocks
Squeezing root lock as a forethought
Come on
Take a snap shot, a mug shot, or whatnot
There's an onslaught of juggernauts
So let's smoke pot
f** space cops
In their polka dot hotspot
With second thought cum shot
Plus crotch rot
When we're stranded on a planet distraught
I learn to tie your past lives into a love knot
Rapstronaut!
I come from the stars
Rapstronaut!
Visit museums on Mars
Rapstronaut!
We Skype Mystery School webinars
Wahe Guru
Ecstasy of consciousness
Experience bliss within timelessness
Endlessness
With peace
No restlessness
Explore every galaxy
While sitting in Lotus Pose
These rhymes are the alchemy
Of a hallucinogenic desert rose
Which is eaten if you chose
In moonlit meadows you're exposed
Enclosed are the secrets which arose
You could go into shadows I suppose
But it's my Higher Self I choose to superimpose
Rapstronaut, we live between the lines
The Apocalyptic Rhymes
That knowledge is primed
To shift paradigms before bedtime
And spawn life from Martian enzymes
Rapstronaut!
I come from the stars
Rapstronaut!
Visit museums on Mars
Rapstronaut!
We Skype Mystery School webinars
Chant Ong and project from the navel
If you see demons
Disable them with Witch Hazel
Be grateful you are able
To smite evil to graves from the cradle
Snap my cables
And give an outer spacial facial
Say something that's not racial
When it becomes playful
It's fatal
If it's shameful
Place it on the table
This is gonna be painful
Pan is a Timelord two-hearted
Liberated the day the journey started
All was created when I farted
They thought it was a portrait of an artist heartless
Heart hardened, then softened when we planted gardens
Many pardons
I swing from the rings of Saturn
Until my soul returns
To complete what we must learn
The physical may burn
But I remain
To reclaim
My place in the Golden Chain
And there I shall retain
Mind and body trained
Consciousness sustained
Though somewhat self-contained
Worlds upon worlds let's explore
Reach the limit to reach the core