(Refrain)
The speed at which you adapt to change is one of the keys to survival on this plane
Long range thought missile hits your brain cavity, reversing gravity, pushing fear out rapidly
Now everything's exactly what it has to be, on second alert by the millisecond's better, by the minute is worse
We burst to keep these universal laws intact so break out your thumb tacks and put this on the map
(Verse)
Yo, I've been doing this here since way back, since the days of fat laces and Kangol caps
Sick of listening to ya'll with the same old raps so we produce tight-rope joints to turn to snare traps
So step lightly, 'cause this'll fit around your ankle tightly and uproot ya
Construct a present-day bomb explode in the future
Mastering the art of lacing up open wounds with psychological sutures
Mythological synthesizer sound groupers got the market saturated with the smell of bad grouper
To me all of ya'll are just clones like storm troopers, synthetic and waitin' for live cats to set it
Another man down another transplant embedded as y'all humans keep movin' from less cash to credit
(Refrain)
(Verse)
If I made a platinum hit called Dick Ridin' for Dummies, hopefully you might get me like financial aid money
So hurry up and register for cla**es on the fall of man
And infinite armies of thought all at my command to go and seize everything the mind erases and use it for putty to spackle the vacant spaces
Created by the complacent comfortably running rat races somehow people fail to fathom something that basic
So I inherit first eye-lasik surgery patients that when I'm done operating they be like (DAMN) that's amazing
Now can I do my own cosmic exploration and use my mind's eye to record the observation?
Of course it's information straight from the source we be changing up perception of these people that's lost
But want to frolic all in it create a black hole in your brain and watch ya fall in it
Take time out of body to experience the other side without physical limits returning to my shell as everybody's favorite cynic
With my codename imprinted in my skin so when I'm dead they can see who I really was by using infrared 'cause
(Refrain)
(Verse)
Man's instinct says to build and keep building so we precisely craft an impervious unit that adapts to all weather changes with time I take a little hiatus to perfect the design
Because it's all the same, it's just points, lines, and planes only after the fourth dimension are things tough to explain
I'm done with living mundane, it's time to elevate and move at a rate faster than we telecommunicate
And that's faster then we tell lies to make our status escalate shouldering the weight of the world and feeling great
Couldn't tell you a thing about Will and Grace but my world of spit is still in place with or without something to stimulate my over-worked headspace
Retrace your steps and calculate in milliseconds how long you really slept man we do it to the d**h and that's just a concept change alert to code red 'cause here's the bomb threat it's like
(Refrain)