Welcome to Nina Simone and the O
Of what is in the soul what's to the pinnacle
Rooted in African cla**ical
That means yapusa[?] highlife coupled with a math approach
Natural like Kumasi or Accra
Or the Volta[?] forest[?] I the chorus I paint
Ain't aligned with Lucifer's doctrine
What I pen stop them goblins of poltergeist[?]
So precise is the Piscean
It's like seein' inside the minds of the Nicenes[?]
C'mon obviously I'm a blessed man
Do what the rest can't
Spit on the ground and resurrect plants
My head can't stop from the musicology
He learns the method of truth that choose to follow me
God in Her totality in His totality is so quality and scholarly
Apologies for the jargon
Exhibition from the rhetorician like Martin
Luther King, I choose to bring what few could sing
A penny for my thoughts would produce cha-ching
Man, eight months before '04
That was the d**h of folklore and I was so sore
The notes poured into me like a grill
The moment was unique I could tell
The very end the beginning of a digital soul
For all who would listen to O, resurrection