[Produced By Bleached]
[Verse 1: Avis]
This one life skidded over burnt schisms
Speeding over speed bumps to inertia rhythms
Ridden to life in geometric prisms
The abstract soul
Looking to control these systems
To unfold a higher wisdom
Through the wire blunts
Lighting up to heavens
Just to fire up the lightning struck
This awe across the comps jaw
Slacking dropped to stop the pause
Reciting raps he's spitting gauze
Of messages received from gods
Oh god don't sink into that black hole
Entering a universe
When two verses applicable
See the gas pedals
In the switch up of the gears
And no switch up of the snares
Since those of cla**ical era
Feel the aura getting nearer
Solitude confines despair or
When your spirit alone trapped inside that mirror
See one eye could find the way
To the only escape
Through the vision of three eyes
In the optic space
[Hook]
Life equations
Birth breath then decaying
Some always praying
To stay away from satans predation
But all it's taking is to open up your mind
To open up your eyes and give into the light
Waves crashing no god but this some holy clashing
Souls collide but minds spar without the hearts pa**ion
Gold hearted off this earth
From d**h till the day of birth
I stay golden in the eye
A young Horus optic sight
[Verse 2: Avis]
Its the well developed
Sk** levels still propelling
Him to well beyond heavens trims
Lights are not evident
But life is still of relevance from the
Darkness thats enveloping the light
Years spent with relics and now its relish
Cus now he's chasing honey and some pollen polished buzzes these
Bees wooded up
In trees I bust
This life in ecotopias
Has flourished
Pulling me towards the fluorescents
Now his presence on the throne
With ounces sends em to the essence
Enter back into the ozone
No more lost light but the third eye sight
Sees the gridlocked home
And mid life drones
Cus life just drones on
That's why this sound is so wrong
Third eye lids sinking deep into these clogs
Speeding from arrest opposite of menopause
50 years gears stop shifting
sh** deposits
Popping crackers like phosphorus bombs
Entering bliss through the sifting of the phonics
Spark the chronic
Till it's sparse and often flaunted
Take a whiff
Whips scented from the piff
And I got a quarter tank
Penzoil of the pennyroyal
Just wait this gas inflated prices
Cus its so dank
And industrial we spark the propane
Just hit me with the pound sign
I pound dimes
After hash is tagged with ground thyme
Staggered
From the limp of trucking all this lumber
These dykes can't hold my thunder
When lightning up her wonders
Hear the crashing
This is gods hitting drummers
Some holy clashing
Birthed this music that I'm under
And if you heard this
Release me from the sheeps stumble
[Hook x2]
Life equations
Birth breath then decaying
Some always praying
To stay away from satans predation
But all it's taking is to open up your mind
To open up your eyes and give into the light
Waves crashing no god but this some holy clashing
Souls collide but minds spar without the hearts pa**ion
Gold hearted off this earth
From d**h till the day of birth
I stay golden in the eye
A young Horus optic sight