Antimatter

[Intro: Terence McKenna]
"But actually what is going on on this planet?
What is human history? What is a cognizing species doing running around by the billions on the surface of this planet obsessed with religions and driven by vice, hatred and visionary longing
This is not what they talk about in the biology books and still less is it what they talk about in the physical chemistry books
Something has torn loose on the surface of this planet and we are embedded in it and we are it and it is sweeping us and all life on this planet into some kind of apotheosis

Some kind of shit hit the fan situation

Some kind of apotheosis"

[Verse 1]
Pictures got a thousand words like my hieroglyphics
Feeling intrinsic middle fingers to the civics
In the damn matrix, stuck and fuck all these digits
Own shit and pay shit monetary got me livid
I pivot my perspective and I see the positivity
Miracle, mirages, magic now I be the trilogy
People always panic neuro tunnels narrow like a chillum be
Momentarily I soliloquy
Assalamualaikum, and also with me no denomination
Conservation of my virtues and all my energy
Cultivating power thru my chakras and my inner peace
Too many legs to ever be on last like a millipede
High like a shaman, surfing through wave lengths and vibes till I'm drowning
No coming down and
Breathing on Ls of the Girl Scout like brownies
Native like townies
Keeping my head in the clouds and my toes on mountains
All smiling no frowning
Throwing me money they telling me wishes I'm fountains

[Verse 2]
My verbal dangles heads give them hockey knees
Probably, isolated from propaganda I'm isosceles
Inner balance like 11 on the soccer teams
Miyagi of philosophy, I am Socrates
Smoke pot and weed, til' my head flowers like broccoli
Look how transcendent rap can be I wish that Pac could see
Fucking ditched monopolies smoke tree hope that these cops decease
Fuck deals that satan offered me I fulfill prophecy
In layman's terms no fucking payment could deter
My pagan view of earth
Flagrant enslavement of those birthed I be assailant of the church
I might as well be Rainman for what's it's worth
Complaining about burying boxes in the dirt
Why they try to trap our soul in a casket
Try to keep our mind in boxes past the grave, ain't it fascist
I surpass this never stuck within the facets
Tablets of acid had me so intergalactic

[Verse 3]
I take the psilocybin to the brain
I Maintain many names semi-sane diving out of planes
I'm silent hit the strain
Inhaling smoke then I spit fire
My shits wider than an EZ never misfire
Huffleberry fin floating mumble mumbo jumbo
Higher than Mutombo put some cannibutter in the gumbo
Full speed wisdom and I never fumble
I have visions of how to be like I see bumble