Cosmic Lullabies

Welcome to the hive, pupil come alive and feel my mind
The master plan of a man damaged and damned his transplanted glands
A government plant sent from another planet to supplant
The mystical bleating of a Sheep King bleeding
While singing cosmic lullabies before he dies
I ain't gunna lie the time to ride through the fire is nigh
These rhymes released from the divine eye inside
And search and find that time resides outside of my perception
This is the audible inception of a man representing a misconception
And the confection of introspection written through divine perception
Your soul needs an intervention
Lucky for you, I brought protection and now that I’ve got your attention I’ll mention that if your intellect is the ball my mind is the interception
If your heart is an intersection then I’m guessin’ the rejection of conventions is the collision of mental fission
My legend’s building across North Lynnwood, it feels good to be this hood
Yet, double as a project manager
P-M-P
Not amateur, E-Y-E-A-K-A-U bringing the New Zoo to you
A verbal designer consigning a new aperture using literature and a song about an absurd bird
That’s my word
I’ve heard rumors that when I go fast it’s slurred
Vision’s blurred
Motherfucker have you heard?
I came to this Earth to fuck the Mother Monster
That’s right, Gaga listen up
I don’t give a fuck if I’m broke or a nut
I’m going to bust inside of your cunt
I didn’t come to bunt. I’m swinging for the fences by releasing all the tension and stressing the importance of my goal
I’ve come to show the entire world that I know I am valuable and bold
A tale to be told
Growing old, but ready to scold every hater
Samuel Slater, my brother in arms
Wings of God behind him sway us from harm
Nigga said I can’t write
Do I see him writing tonight?
No. I see him bitching about his women problems, though
I think it’s time to fight. I’ll drop back, hands up and throw out my right foot
Yo, I’m a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do and a pretty average Joe
But I’ll fight every motherfucking man across the land if it means that I get back my fam
Letting loose giving God fate’s noose, this muse has moved from the obtuse to the fuse that’s going to light this game on fire until I retire at the age of 81
Goals this
Goals that
This shit is fun
I don’t have to be perfect I can let go and be me, because if I let it go I will truly see that God is in control and I will always be beautiful, even if no one listens to my shit until after my funeral
(Laughter)
This is stupid. But I fucking love it
Yo, refusal would be dumb, but the brutal truth you always knew is that this beat and lyrical assault are a scruple of salt shaken by a 4,000 year old boy, uh, doy
The secret is that you must pick a side. Enemy or ally. There is no neutral, your mind is bleeding out of your eyes, down your neck and into your spine. It’s a metaphysical ride to find a receptacle capable of containing all you’ve ever wanted and desired
I’ll flaunt it
You’re skeptical
You question the hell fire and the heavens up above
You question lust and ponder love
That contains the essence of thoughts in which I put into your head