Bop

First name, Homes
I be in the zone
I'm a prophet, not for profit
I am never on my own
I'm a papi not a copy
Ain't gonna never be a clone
Every morning kinda-sorta
Pull a sword from outta stone

Last name, Sand
Find me in the jam
Going blind and doing fine
At trying to find out who I am
Any region, any season
Overseas or over land
Intuition over reason
As a means to understand

Homebase, earth
Imma make it work
Imma star that's on a trek
A bit of Spock, a bit of Kirk
Out the pocket, out the wallet
Out the sock, or out the purse
A monopoly of monotony
It will not be what I'm worth

Lifestyle, God
Shе's not a mirage
And I may not be a Muslim
But I'm going on a Hajj
Even though I'm not a Christian
Any timе I'm feeling cross
Any second I can check in with the boss

The most high blessed me with particular truth
I get extra-curricular loose
Powered by first rate curcumin
Blood curdling loops
Can't be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof

Latest turn on my internal pursuit
Not the one that's turning turtles to soup
I also doubt the germ and doubt the journalist that's selling the scoop
Nonetheless I'm trying to settle disputes
Poof

Passing on the virtual park jam
Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man
Just because I don't believe in marketing
I always gotta break off conversations
Trying to shake some unmarked van

Careful when you're crossing the street
Watch for messengers
Leave a message after the beep
Something off in North America
Take it from the charater you're bound to come across in your sleep

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip
Razor sharp, there ain't no blunting the Bic
You never catch the blunt to my lips
Lately when I'm taking a risk
Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm making a wish

All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist
Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist
Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit
While I exit Imma blow you a kiss, heh

Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance
Boy Sand, everybody know I move different
A little bit more scientific
Big fish in a big pond
Big dog, Clifford
Perhaps a bit a narcissist
No proceeding with the cautiousness
I up the consciousness, yes
Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot
You could tell the way I walk with a bop