The Womb

[Intro: Cambatta]

The womb, (yeah)
Scientifically referred to as the womb-man's uterus, ('Batta)
Or the place that your current human experience initiated it's first nine months of three dimensional development, (smoke)
Some say that your spirit or your light transmits into your brain's pineal gland in the thirteenth week of gestation
Thirteen being the highest of the Sephira
The beginning & the end of the cycle
This is not your first time here
(You will never die)
Can you see now?
(You will never die)
Can you see now?!
Welcome back (to the womb)

[Chorus: Cambatta]

I'm stuck in this womb
Tryna find my way out
But I don't have a clue
In midst of of this womb-man
9 months of darkness
'Til finally break through
Now I'm stuck up in this room
Tryna find my way back
Back inside of that womb
In the midst of this womb-man
My life is of darkness
'Til I finally break through

[Verse 1: Cambatta]

(Life)
How to give birth to a God?
It don't start with the dad and the mom
First, all the stars in the sky are aligned
Then, light from the sun & the moon are combined
The dick is the paint brush
The pussy's the canvas, we paint stuff
Let the brush stroke, let the paint bust
Illustrate us
The Plagiarist change and deface us
Then replace us
It's funny how lead can erase us
Take the color out
Now we all white; this is racist
Do they hate us?
I'm a sculpture made out of space dust
That was molded the same way that clay does
Painted triple dark
With the same stuff, that creates love ('Batta)
Vaginas are portals from spirit To physical
Collective Conscious individualizes
The act of having sex is rhythmical
Like the heart that's beating in the inner you
With the gift of genitals
Humans are God when he's visible
There are no limits when mystical
Everyone you know is really you
I am simply just a seed
This room is really just a womb
Incubating as I self create
Like a black rose when it blooms
So much nigga in my DNA that my cum is black
I could drip a tiny drop of semen in the desert sand
And bring a jungle back
Who can fuck with that?!

[Chorus: Cambatta]

I'm stuck in this womb
Tryna find my way out
But I don't have a clue
In midst of of this womb-man
9 months of darkness
'Til finally break through
Now I'm stuck up in this room
Tryna find my way back
Back inside of that womb
In the midst of this womb-man
My life is of darkness
'Til I finally break through

[Verse 2: Cambatta]

What if earth is heaven, we just made it hell?
What if there's no god & we create ourselves?
What if life is really death & death is birth?
Time is infinite. What's a second worth?
What if singing is the language of the soul?
What if speaking is the language of the mind?
What if rap is really both of those combined?
This is the bible if it rhymed!
You would think that my umbilical cord was a long bong
Cause even as a fetus
I was cheifing weed that mom's on
She must of conceived me to 1987 pop songs
The memories of being in my mother's Womb are not gone!
The birds & the bees, earth and the seeds, dirt and the trees
Inserted between, swerve and she screams,s perms in her deep
To cum has got be the greatest release
Of energy a human can have
But to overdue it can reduce it to trash
When the boo you with ain't doing back
Stick a hard drive in a pussy
I mean PC & upload data
I mean no daddy, I mean no Trojan
Let a pro sex her/processor, I'mma go faster
I'm a cold/code fella,cause I'm binary & I'm virus free
When I open my window, I reload sun
All I see is green rain of 0's and 1's
I'm a Mac, ('Batta)
'Bout dollars like shift 4, raise font
Ctrl P so I print more, 'til it hits floor
These are space bars
Command with option to escape y'all
Magnetize & erase all
Three dubs and you stay calm/com

[Chorus: Cambatta] x2

I'm stuck in this womb
Tryna find my way out
But I don't have a clue
In midst of of this womb-man
9 months of darkness
'Til finally break through
Now I'm stuck up in this room
Tryna find my way back
Back inside of that womb
In the midst of this womb-man
My life is of darkness
'Til I finally break through