moon, the celestial being - i couldn'ta picked a better vessel to be in...
to reveal and wrestle these demons...
'cause they're trying to disconnect us from our essence and freedom...
so i'm here with fats, AP, bethel b sheba, and a chest full of reefer...
fresh from lessons on how to levitate speakers...
in a himalayan village with tibeten orishas...
i hope the equidistant sequential lettering codes
left in the message that we etched in the ether will reach ya...
i'ma extraterrestrial creature with features...
like telepathy...unleashed to get on the beats from....
ermias...as scary as codex alimentarius...
flow is out of your radius, on excalibur status bitch...
'cause stoned is how I'm staying and...no one can unearth me...
they're unworthy...and can't spit a thousand-bar verse...we're...
thirsty for truth...100 proof up in our challis, we...
sip it, then we spit it in the booth, this is the alchemy.