Captain's Log Ship's helm quickly approaching primal fog Pick your slots Bet on anything that's black and hope you can sway the odds Food for thought Possible light beam rotating in the distance Call the dogs and doctors Scientist can't offer a convenient pause We've found ourselves beached upon the shores of the cathedral Deep inside and underground is a cybernetic evil Titled "Too many emotions for one human soul to stabilize" So one by one we reached inside ourselves and gutted garbled drama a couple dozen times This is where the torches march one by one into the twilight Haunt a couple humble houses Give a couple grown-ups Hokey Freight so they can treat their cellphone like a night light that absolves your sins with every head-nod (Are you in a dream now?) Yes I think so (Is anything here real?) Yes I think so (Do you stand on Holy Ground?) Yes I think so (Do you know what you've found?) Yes I think so (Is this world a nightmare?) No I think not (Is anything worth this?) No I think not (Will you stay unhappy?) No I think not (Will you live and die here?) No I think not A trinity of hidden secrets spell the homeworld you'll return to When the sun sets in the garden watch the tattoos on his skin move And find themselves asphyxiated to the kind of strained frustrations that teach alchemists to bend moods at first sight of the full moon Enter Sandman with a deadpan to drown your sleepy hollow sorrows in Recollect yourself once you're awake on the other end of your praise and worship dance

I gargle pixie dust for Sunday brunch Levitation's just a bonus, not a crutch Too many losers abuse the power When it comes time to crunch the cap'n's out at sea harpooning giant squids with crutches I can spy the land-ho's double-dutchin' in the distance Scally-wags with ample swag knocking you and yours into body bags faster than your Sonic Dash can crash your precious iPad We got drones where we roam that monitor how bold we dare to build our homes and exactly how high we pile the gold 45 miles In 45 months I'll walk my jewelry down the aisle In 45 years I'll smelt your trinkets into idols For 45 minutes I'll mold your mind into a vinyl In 45 hours take a peek through the 6th eye hole I scrub your many mini egos off the roof of the palooza using only metric rulers and Smurfette's favorite loofah Crown the king with the crown jeweler Reeds sing praises the gaze remains grainless battery powered brain with coffee stains plays aimless notes to gain saviors in the names of Hall Of Famers I believe I hear The trees They tell the great tales Of your Commendable Spirit I whisper through the wind One breath To share the great depths Of your Commendable Spirit

I didn't ask for pleasure but As one who loves to give and gives up love too much Of course I fancy flights of a fancy with a couple stray doves Payment wasn't more than passion for 10's before the nut bust And I didn't get a nut bust Lunch o' leftovers fed my cravings from directly off the "munchin' on the muff" truck Fuckin' lame when the suckers always tend to suck before the suck is ever good enough Either way I spied a bluff from the bluffs Call it karma Call it in between two types of luck whenever lust is code that's coated thick with lack of trust I never ask for much But I always catch the rip tide Slip me off my feet before I spill guts out from inside To keep the peace Reside Far as fuck away from anyone who could sway me to such insane terrain Foreplay just ain't worth the games The story goes "fuck these hoes" but the narrative is mad cliche It happened to me too though I don't trust people either Often times regardless of demeanor So what else can I say?

(Do you belong here?) This is my home I am home (Welcome home) Where I belong Trust in my prowess I seem unbalanced But I'm stronger Than these mortals If I'm the devil I can do what I want I've got a talent That I want to flaunt Watch me fold into a sunburst I can combust on purpose Prod my side with lances I give no second chances (Except to you) I can taste your love It takes over my heart No part of my soul is not bare I've given all that I am I'm sorry for what I've become In time I will change the outcome For now I remain on this throne Patron Saint of All The Unknown As blossoms begin to unfold The rite of spring claims all I own I hope you find your way home

The rumors of your demise Have been foretold throughout time As we approach the horizon line Watch as the foresight bends your spine Realign to watch the stars die slow As the fungi grows to encompass all that bears knowledge from which the fruit of all laziness unfolds And when your chair breaks beneath you as you sway and rock Count a thousand years back to witness what de-evolution has wrought These devils festers in a similar hand basket to the lambs who's land was reformed through acts so tragic that the idea of changing your ways at all seems drastic Can you evolve into a new kind of man? Will you shift forms to formulate a new plan? My man Lemme show you how to can-can Cause you can! Wings stretch in silence as I sigh and greet the sun Son, I've never been the best one Son, I've let my dark hood hang on My caterpillar casket Shed my skin to extract A new state of being and swagger In fact My resolve remains remotely controlled and fairly intact Watch me back handspring into a vat of vanilla scented dreams Double back on them selfish schemes and only take licks if it's for the right team Can you evolve into a new kind of man? Will you shift forms to formulate a new plan? My man Lemme show you how to can-can Cause you can! Watch my wings flutter like a motherfucker I can flaunt rings and show off a lil somethin' Make the crowd sing with his light upon em Never find a gruff-voiced, better-knowing, tougher lover

High upon the plateau of unusual reasoning is the King of Giants Sleeping in a redwood tree It's simply grown apparent to me that I prefer the solidarity of solitude Adds a tiny dash of 'Less 'tude more dude' to your Sunday afternoon meal from WholeFoods Pumping nervousness & irrational patterns through a feeding tube towards this cadaver turned rapper And I know it seems I'm dressed a little dapper to be such a chronic napper but in my dreams I repurposed Napster to send beats into deep space through NASA It seems a little uncommon That 3/5 of the black men living on an island feel isolated from the Pride Lands But I'm antisocial anyways so it's nothin dope but puffs of smoke if my entry's been denied me Privacy-prone Anti-Social No golden throne Catch me at home Prefer life In my comfort zone Ghosts in my throat Cold feet, bold soul I hold my worst fears to light so I can absorb the transparency The chemistry involved got me questioning my trajectory Goblins catapulting all our logical reasoning into the seas Privacy-prone Anti-Social No golden throne Catch me at home Prefer life In my comfort zone Ghosts in my throat Cold feet, bold soul

I Wipe a million middle men's slates clean in a puff of smoke My Nappy crown emblazoned 'mookie' on my throat In blazing blue flames licking up my hopes to torch the wick just once and exhale once more to let it go Let the wind blow Pink feathers into the heavens So I can roam with birds who prey on the hearts of men To cope I lend my devils an even ledge With all my triumphs Adjacent to home, knowingly named after his opus O push me Towards the ledge myself and gather scientists to measure my undulating trajectory Born into a fully bloomed life in the midst of all lifelessness and feared it as foreign weaponry Purposefully hued a darker undertone to let the colors grow And show off of their own accord Watch a cub get grown on the same day he gives up hope It's like that old story goes Tore a hole in all he grew to know to face what he thought was a burden meant for him alone and lit the blunt when the siren's songs grow too old to fold to And now approaching lands unknown begrudgingly forces form to hobble up the shore Silent silver wings extend from mutants to add chemical x to the solution If only the barricades around the town would raise their mental gates and posi-posture weighed his heavy heart less heavy in time to level the field Maybe the victory cake would taste great It might be worth the wait but you could change the stage and see the beloved decay of the stars on tonight's episode of "What It Takes To Define When You've Actually Made It"

(Her!) A Valkyrie dressed in her Sunday Best with a treble clef resting above the left breast (Her!) She vocalizes opera style without accepting instinct as an excuse for being wild (Her!) Float like a wasp and rest easy like a bumble bee, humbly, pardon me (Her!) She makes me smile Yo Two ice-climbers attached at the pick-axe Power to the powerful who gift their loved ones with knick-knacks Sit back and imagine this A blissful kind of wistfulness without the ignorance The will of a wisp catch the whole heart up brisk into flicking licks, quick Let the doves fly, but I taught mine to use swift so I know if it's named Cupid that my shot won't miss (Her!) Hold hands while we hang from cliffs Hold your mans by the leash Hold your girl by the hips it's (Her) Not a damsel in distress Homegirl is well equipped and capable of gnarly tricks No sweat No stress Molds her own monsters to be imaginary at best Known to rock her own kinds of colors Ingenuity within poetry Bird flocks to no band of brothers She wraps a wrap while I rap about a whole bunch of subjects And without her by my side my tummy would always remain grumbly It's (Her!) A Valkyrie dressed in her Sunday Best with a treble clef resting above the left breast (Her!) She vocalizes opera style without accepting instinct as an excuse for being wild (Her!) Float like a wasp and rest easy like a bumble bee, humbly, pardon me (Her!) She makes me smile Her smile is my favorite thing I'd give it all for m'lady When my days are grey I can rely on m'lady (Her!) She makes me

I push the water out a camel's hump with one hand All blues singing outta black lungs Sending prayers for rain water under a hot sun Tasty kinds of lifelessness inserted silently to the business plans I never met another man I knew to breed my equals I never met another ape who wrote the scriptures of the sequel I never met another man I'd label truly honest workers by the grit of their grin and then shrug with chagrin at each of their untrustworthy kin Dark Clouds to the sky as a genie turns the world cold Barren flatland without a monument to billfold 5 minutes to rebellion I'm Calling all hellions Swallow coal and bedrock to watch the sinkholes settle in Cement mixer to landlock the delegates (Lookin' good?) Hella straight & irreverent Watch her bartering for martyr's food at the Thunderdome Knocking martyrdom at Thor's door Partied till the lungs swole I sword-dance with eyesores Take a light arrow to the narrowed down weak points and mount the head of an Eyegore in the foyer Know your guts never really amounted much, chump Take no tours here, but I'll run through a tour and take two more for the whole year No your guts never amounted to much chump High flyin' is the white flag you'll ever see According to Wimp-Lo bleeding means I caught the victory Secret keepers peep on my dreams to try and decipher whether or not I've got a side-piece Treat me like your specialty candy and place me on display with fancy colors and spotlighting Oh Cuna! They're calling out for Ursa Majora Patron Saint of Patron Saints Rubs off minora scrubs who dare to knock the jewel from off its stoop and set the boobytraps a-loose Looks aloof until it's time to do my dance and then I'm 20 pigeons looser than the losers who think my style flew the coop Oh Cuna! Make these mountains move sooner Carry all my burdens and hold a peace sign for the weakest link Use my art and use my rhyme You spend a dime you get a two-for I act with no force and make the biggest waves pull yours Under where we plundered Now my shoes are gold and stupid My homie Stupid grew his wig out Now he's blowing glass-dragons like a glass-blowing dragon That's some advanced jargon I pull asunder rap and poetry to play a line about taking grammatical pardons Ain't it gnarly how he's rockin' When they're callin' Oh Cuna! They're calling out for Ursa Majora Patron Saint of Patron Saints Rubs off minora scrubs who dare to knock the jewel from off its stoop and set the boobytraps a-loose Looks aloof until it's time to do my dance and then I'm 20 pigeons looser than the losers who think my style flew the coop Oh Cuna! Make these mountains move sooner Carry all my burdens and hold a peace sign for the weakest link Use my art Use my rhyme You spend a dime you get a two-for Oh Cuna!

Meet me by the water fall's edge I will seal your fate there You have come to meet the true you They have know ledge you could use I am the gatekeeper I determine who may pass here If you are worthy you may find your peace If you are worthy you may find your zen You are a mortal man You come Here Full of sins Cleanse your inner self Leave your past behind you If you are worthy you may find your peace If you are worthy you may find your zen Enter the garden at your own risk You may lose your mind here

Look at what I've done And all that I've become I empty all my lungs Before the rising sun And when your time has come I wish to be the one To wash your fears away To wash your fears away (Ooooooo) To wash your fears away I'd give up everything To share the kind of love You never knew you knew Before the setting sun Before our time is up I'll wash your fears away

I'm a blossomer Watch my petals fall See me as I swirl See my roots grow strong I'm a blossomer Watch my stalk extend See my leaves unfurl Hear my holy song Watch my flowers cover you As I grant this gift of mine One moment of zen Extend it till the end of time Hold on heavy earth Hold a sacred breath Let it warm your soul Console you when you’re cold