of your eyes I'm riding the crazy blue waves Through the space of your mind I am riding the crazy blue waves Through the space of your mind Look for
of your eyes I'm riding the crazy blue waves Through the space of your mind I am riding the crazy blue waves Through the space of your mind Look
First time in rap history Your mind will be tooken to a level Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye
solid ? , my wisdom takes off With such great force, global space walk I breaked off leaving legs, frost, shake the planet off Cause different ships, mountains and cliffs, planet shifts Mind
like a stone Follow anywhere the wind blows Pail lights and Short sighted Black ties and Bleeding lips and Street signs and L. A. Times and One track minds
you, if I don't know your real name Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack, indie hip-hop's a demo fair Keep your sights set What do you wanna move, rappers, minds
higher You won't tire, and not even barbwire Will obstruct your progress, I guess You wanna succeed? determination is what you need Face your fears and place your tears aside Raise your
Bio-electromagnetically compromised Devastating crimes Four hundred and thirty five megahertz rinses the mind And they're reading my mind Bending my mind Using my mind Telling my mind
to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your
body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black pussy I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours Mountains
's dark, many lights, UFO kites Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham, I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black pussy I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours Mountains
this But any other woman I see is in your likeness It's from your cheekbones to your lips, to your curves To your deep moans, to that walk, to your words
wires in your mind Keep transmitting, I will hear you? My soul goes with your logos Slavoj was probably right My soul goes with your logos Now there'
up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat Blood on the tarot pack, the power black Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed One-nineteen they
liquid in the palm of your hands and dare you to waste me You'll get the lid stripped from your eyes Kidney's ripped from your sides Dying with your
then split Be out gold thoughts no doubt Olympus mount My count drac My eight track record my vocals Phat beats You best retreat Your button pushed ejector