Verse 1:
Ouroboros, unlike the homunculus
They wanna be human but I don't know what my function is
As i meditate within that stupa, introspection
Nah not for Buddha
I'm shelled like troopas. Controlled by koopa
Unseal the sigil, observe the predator's vigil
Whether it's animals or religion, the outcome is initiated following the same mission
Hollow with no pain as the elements fission
Shattered particles eventually develop into superstitions. Minds start to envelop the exposition
The same when you pop a blunt an embark on the unicorn's expedition
But me the only blunts I hit are blunt slides
As y'all dick ride and watch that c*nt grind
I'm standing here on the opposite side. Purifying my mind, from these elusive thoughts I try to abide
Am i part of the pyramid in square or do I stand discrete outside the sphere. In the mist or air
My flow's awkward cuz I'm an awkward person, pathetic fallacy but with my own senseless inversion
Still seeking my purpose. But I'll always end up as a tail devouring serpent
Live and let live the ramifications ain't worth it
Gotta loosen up my trucks
And find another path
But no matter how lose they get
I'll always tend to come back (x2)