Einstein once said the most beautiful thing that we can experience is the mysterious
honestly I believe that he was delirious
I'm a maker of special peoms, I question norms
If you bend time the prints will form, and you can meet your parents before you were ever born
so if death is what I'm destined for I'll just ignore
at my own accord I found solution to the inexplicable quantum leap via evolution
i would tell you the answer, but its too confusin'
just think to yourself, is the glass half empty or half full?
you soon will see, that the glass is exactly twice the size it needs to be
I seem to be, all by myself with no help, the frustrations felt
as I travel through the Van Allen radiation belt
one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind
what I'm about to tell you, will blow your damn mind
'cause when Neil Armstrong arrived on the moon
he saw somethin' he wasn't hopin' to find
a civilization already there, that was beyond sublime
read between the lines and you'll find that I gotta make it
so just face it, I'm a glitch in the matrix
I make bars, ever since ufos drawn on cave walls
I signed my soul to Satan, but integrated my own escape clause
just so I can reap the benefits of unlimited penmanship
that predated genesis here it is
I found the Ark of the Covanent, I'm lovin' it, and ever since I discovered it
my lyrics are hotter than blue flames, and my pen became an oven mit
I can tell about Jesus's geneology
and about how all your beleifs are simply the dominant ideologies
but follow me, this is lyrical apotame, that appears logically
but it smears the boundaries of miracle astrology
don't dismiss the glyphs as mythology
you will piss me the fuck off if you don't acknowledge me
when its all said and done, I'll prolly be
nothin' more than Herman Melville, post-humously recognized
untill I take polly pepties from Left Eye's left eye and just die
I studied vinoskin lines, which can only be seen from the sky
now you tell me, who the fuck was lookin' down on man
when we didn't have the capabilities to fly
look in my eyes and tell me
how would I wait to rhyme, when my lines concur space and time
in so doing, I live my life vicariously through remote viewing
reincarnation made my flow nicer, 'cause 9 lives ago
I was Shakespeares ghostwriter, livin' in the 16th century
I was better then, shitted on people with a candle and a feather pen
some thought I was arrogant, I remember when I met the famous Columbous
he wondered "is he humble, is he?"
I mumbled grinning, and left his compass spinning
every night I think about panspermia, and paleocontact, I can't get past it
every 3,600 years, a planet crosses paths with Earths axis
and on this planet our Gods inhabit
one more thing to note, we've only got 6 more years to go
now, what were Edgar Cayce's patients thinking
when he gave them prophecy while dreaming
I don't know what I'm seeking but I'll get there by reverse engineering
ask me how the Earth is disappearing
and I'll teach until I turn old, with shit so hot I burn cold
you tell the most boringest thesis, you better believe it
questionable, like the hiatus and the story of Jesus
the glory I've seen it, and the morals told
try not to fall through the rabbit hole of the Torah Code
one things for sure, I ain't got no leverage
so I gotta touch the bottom of the deep sea to the top of Mt. Everest