[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/