Porter - The Equation lyrics

I change the equation at every occasion, stationed at separate locations Waitin' in the basement patient, collecting those phrases, I'm facing Ancient containment placed in a faded container, [my brain hurts] Adjacent space and time arrangements laced with the flame herb that's Purchased and sold, searching for control I lurk in uncertainty Perched high cause I'm cursed with the worst emergencies Urgently put word to beat Observe the swerve my verses see while I go inside your brain and connect the circuitry Stay breaking necks, cause they're turning to me earnestly These persons emerging who are conversing eternally Got me vertical currently, but I'm aiming for that horizontal Laying it down till I'm a fossil I'm sick of all this talk its nonsense, have confidence in your conscience Evolving constantly through consonants Obsolete but on the fence, not speaking just to make sense Once I started to leak on beats I peaked and haven't been able to stop since I sat at the table with no other options, so bend me mind Relaxing patterns attract them so I am in rewind And as the time is pa**ing by, I'm feeling blind so asking why I need to find a lasting high cause I'm full of space, so I am past the sky, blasting to the afterlife Not soon though, first I gotta reach Pluto Dropping weight like a sumo trippin' after a judo kick in the face Rippin' encrypted liquid, listen and taste A style in a state, fated to misplace and confuse you Erase your basic statements replace them and face a new you Still hoping on some voodoo to move up? I'm on track like chu chu, to go deep like scuba So I think you should scoot brah, move aside The pooper scooper's coming round, and your sound is just a pile of sh** seducing flies Its no illusion your in view of moving vibes Improving tunes with proper fusion of music and elusive rhymes So through diffusion I'm including you inside, an oasis I provide Where I slip and I slide, across the beat so there's no getting behind Flow like a surfer who is ripping the tide, coming equipped with the vibe To make you rock, side to side, like a clock keeping time Serving exactly what you're searching for, a style you never heard before So get on D cause its my turn to score, writing scores of music Using green as fuel, way more than a herbivore I'm making steps but I curse the floor for standing still Trying to make it up this hill, don't know if I can or will Cause the plan to expand demands a handful of skrill If you can handle my sk** then stand and get real