Infinite Ethers

[Intro: Big Man G]
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh, check this out

[Verse 1: Xavy Rusan]
See, I’ve been takin’ the time to perfect the science of me
Pledgin’ allegiance to the child inside me, and to God within him
My DNA predates doctrine, the last of the mohicans
On your ass if bro tweakin’
I traveled through innerspace to tell you your fools lace
This is food for thought, the fuck you thought?
Can you call the creator?
Fuck what you bought
When your name ring bells in the cosmic hood
When you sleepin’ at night, is your conscience good?
These niggas can’t be sеrious
Live from Sirius beat
This is not an illusion, you hearin’ it’s mе
The maker of the mathematics
Architect of all apparatus
Somehow still the nicest and the baddest
With one foot on the pavement, and the other in your ass
I maneuver with ease, the reversal of Dogg, and I’m flickin’ the fleas
The infinite ethers bleed in your speakers (Ayy)
This is (Ayy) the I am

[Verse 2: Xavy Rusan]
It’s the return of the original man
Ridin’ through seminal lands, ain’t your mood for speakin’ them symbols through hands
Threat my mud brothers like my blood brothers, them my motherfuckers
Treat the beef just like it’s fuddruckers, fuck them bloodsuckers
Uncle Sam got me fucked up, it’s time to unfuck us
Comin’ down swangin’ nunchucka, titty untuckered
Know that I attract it, if you chase it, it’ll run from you
Niggas get subtracted when the math off by one number
Blunt vapors comin’ out my nostrils help me ease the brain
Ridin’ through the trenches, hope them niggas don’t think we disdain
Members of our water towns get slaughtered down, they thuggin’, really
Ride through my side of town, my nina and my cousin’, Willy
What you doin’? Nothin’ really
Nothin’ that I care to mention
Gotta watch them niggas, got a feelin’ they want my position
Gotta watch your opposition, put you in a ‘Pac position
Always speak your soul, I swear them motherfuckers got to listen
Master in myche, I channel energy to inner act
Bitch, I am the truth, it’s common knowledge that I been a fact
Peep the simulation, back when I was sippin’ Simulac
Breathin’ deeply, keep me sinner sittin’ where the sinners at

[Verse 3: Big Man G]
Them leaves roller than ambiguous plot, and my homie carries the stick just like a biblical prop
Wild runner these bridges, have we twist of the lock
Bitches be damned if they admit it, if they fit in a box
I seen some homies really die, I feel subliminal shots
Mixin the genres, pendulum thots, wrist in the pot
I learned this shit from my Mama splitted with cynical pops
It’s passed down and written down if I forget it or not
I’m just a bottom heeled baby if I get it or not
I know the rich man can get it, but still dust in the rot
I got my foot I’m the grave, I need my hands in some Guap
Feel like a young will hope chamberfield with amateur shots
Tired shiftin’, it’s like innerlockin’ in my divine prism which ignites
Imagery with light enters, ego death through flavored image markets
Make the price differ, I’m a light spender, reachin’ for diamonds like I'm an ice fisher
Still look young heart, thrive, my eyes glimmer
Painted the label of broken neighbors like style bender
Steppin’ on these squares like a tile setter
I don’t get tired ever
Several to ivory, homie, I apply pressure like a flesh wound
Kicks on the table to give me leg room
Crowds that I sweat through, growin’ a stretch through it, uh
Travel my schedule, jump on a jet to ‘em
Yo, Queers in a test tube, show no respect to em