Takin' steps along the outer rims of Pleiades
I think I'm seeing things, we've turned into deities
And still I sink the seeds, deep into the fertile ground
Tree falling in mid-forest and I still heard the sound
We turned around and reversed our evolution
My solution is rewriting the constitution
Now read my blueprints, C-4 in every sector
Every stage I step on they call me the mic collector
Savagely I rip these words using verbal combat
I got your mom back after flexin' on her with strong raps
This Bomb-Bap here originating from the West Coast
Other cities hate it cause you know we got the best flows
Death Row, Deathstroke, quick, make decision
Blow ya dick off in attempting a circumcision
Madness, I'm no myth for Adam Savage
I damage these microphones and then I vanish
I brandish a black mirror wired as a detonator
I slaughtered Grievous so you bet that Imma get to Vader
Later, I'll catch you in the next life time
Span the whole cosmos, not a style like mine
Fine, just looking for my soul to shine
I know its mine, flow is taking over time
Tpatience cause N.P.C.s are vacant
Waithis whole design constructed in the Matrix
Losing kid, let me make this very clear
Cause I don't need ya hooligans riding 'round here