[Verse 1: Croosh]
(Hello there, hello there)
It's just me preaching like a homily/
An outcast of society, an anomaly/
I know you haven't a problem with me/
So solemn do they see the structure created to be/
The double standard we hold with modern and olden/
We watch slowly as the truth is unfolding/
Cultures clash as do genres/
Layered together but noodles are separated like lasagna/
Double entendre, minds kept parallel/
Twisted thoughts like ICP on a carousel/
I must bid a farewell to the non like minded/
The ones who stay enlightened have sight blinded/
More flavors than Dr. Pepper, a rude heckler/
Screechy feedback non mic checker, rhyme reflector/
Sector ocho, loco alienated alien/
Jumped on the catamaran and sailed in the wind/
Checked the calculator timex, multiplied time/
More ebonic lyrics and ultrafied rhymes/
More obstacles to climb but still I find/
A way to hurdle over every circumstance and I'm/
More than most could have mustered/
Your standing with feathers ruffled, very flustered/
My circumference is vast on gravities stance/
Transmorphers, I casually enhance/
Sci-fi as a wise a** wise guy/
Might I, look inside while sight dies/
Lights dim, face turned grim/
Tried again, began at the win/
Lost in translation, won at comprehend/
Still the face melts and the body does the Dahli bend/
At night time there's more trife than ever/
Holmes has the wit but the Watson is more clever/