From the paranormal mind of the worlds foremost cognitively apt,
Comes a rush of analogous flow,
Take a seat and lean back,
As this psychedelic toxin overdose of lisp effectively infects the deoxyribonucleic acids of this track,
Lyrically transcribe tricyclic anti-depressants for those whom my mere presence exposes the confidence they lack,
For the sake of keeping it real,
I'm just too good for record deals,
Subliminal mental illusion artist inking the hearts of those my words are often eye targets, I appeal
Discreet secretions in the form of knowledge keeps 'em cumming back so much I call 'em nymphowhoaholics,
Whatcha need, know I got it,
Planters Seed, I spit knowledge,
If divinity is a gift then consider this my allegiance to that alliance,
Sorta kinda like a beast, ancient soul of the Mayans,
Rhodium status life radiates like blue diamonds shining,
Consider this a cease and desist order to all those envious laced thoughts kept in secret,
just know your silence speaks volumes,
Make no attempt to stop what cannot be blocked,
I'm too in demand to in like a pay-per-view channel,
I'm whatcha' need, whatcha want, and whatcha motherfuckin' not,
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