I left home armed with an ultra-sonic boom harpoon
And an energy-pack that would last me for about one moon
I moved anonymously in amongst the insect people
Who appeared to be allergic to direct eye-contact
I can't tap into this plane? experiencing some kind of interference
Switching to automatic, requesting clearance
There, did you feel that slight change in pressure
This verbal architecture is currently housing you like Escher
Arousing you with pleasure, beyond measure
My treasure is infinite and exquisitely intimate
When the hundredth monkey catches wind of it, it's all over
They going down
I'm on some fresh stretchy-wetchy
Take good care of your gift type sh**, designed to flip your lids
Yes kids, when you get a little older then
You'll learn how to let these rhymes write themselves, while you hold the pen
Stop? shut-down? recharge
I get freaky deaky with the M-I-0-K-E-2 (microphone)
There so many nice old phrases that put pretty smiles on faces
I been doing this for ages filling pages and pages
My styles are like running around in shoes without laces, you know they come off
This erases any trace of impatience I'm feeling like some ancient healing
Boy, you dealing with an alien being, communicating through a human body
f** the illuminati, I'm Waddy
I'm a motherf**ing one-man army, They try and harm me.
I'm not even actually here in the first place
My word play makes today feel like your birthday
I got so much presence cos I stock pile my essence
Rock-wild with peasants, lace lessons with blessings
Amplifying our united fluorescent effervescence
With the most ital-vital recitals you ever heard in your whole life
Tonight's the night, the light's so bright
Quick, turn me off before I start feeling too nice