Dr. Quandary - Blowing Numbers lyrics

I'm just a decent lyricist, who had a peak experience Now I think in circles, and speak in pyramids Two thousand six, same sh**, different century k**ing me how people still believe the myth of entropy Write my own equations, spiral spoken language Rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous Drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot Crop sign, then I drop rhymes for the fans at home Lately I've been tripping off the math that I see Patterns in trees, everything is fractals to me I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth I'm finished with dudes debating who's sicker than who That punchline sh** is honestly pathetic I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it Thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods Watching the crop cuz they live in the woods The naked ape with the wake and bake ritual Pack an eighth a day, spit razor blade syllables It's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse Got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went... Second nature --- three shots, and then a chaser Waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper Rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin To loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within Usually buzzed, and when I'm doing some d** I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs Around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends Practiced mountain Zen, but that sh**'s about to end... We bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump On the backroads, getting mad stoned and liqoured up Until your liver busts, switch it up to different d** It's the soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished Can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes? Dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today Before I see inside the back of my head There's a lotta fact and events that probably have to be said But f** it: the track's in motion, crack it open Lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean My frontal lobes roll every drunken show Where I'd bust a flow, puke outside, stumble home Memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed Not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past Jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions Fallen angels, caught messing with God's weapons (whoops) Life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts Denied the visions and blocked the signals out Lost connection in all directions And forgot each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing It's all perception, a million mixed messages Keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished Can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes? Dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today Grew up sleeping late, reading strange comic books So every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook And now today, I found a way to twist the digits back If you don't see it, so be it, I can live with that...