[chorus]
you are me as sure as i am you
you're rocking with van ark and tony moon
double heelix brings those sacred sounds
designed just like enzymes the way we break it down

[verses]
step into my meditation chamber, sensory deprivation tank where
you can see separation's nature. made for
suppressin our essence into slave work.
hence my transcript is like an edgar cayce paper
translating the message from the vapor
with tales of esoteric ways. words
ressonate for acres
hope you antenna's receptive to the wave hertz.
only way for the dead to shed the weighted anchor.
so everything that i'm spittin is heavily heavenly melody driven.
elevate with every rhythm.
mandalas on turntables steadily spinnin
while emittin the energy in 'em. the anti-venom.

so my sound's as sacred as ancient geometric shapes in
our dna is. pagan masons raped each of the nations' natives
for their spiritual information, laced it
with lies, the propaganda, and half truths
under the guise of "god" they're plannin to snatch you. i patched through
to the astral plane again; it's a crap shoot
never know when my brain attains supernatural
cadence to rap to. the aim is to have you
engaged to the fact you can change this shit back dude.
easier stated than it is to attain it.
why you think i stay blazed wit a sick spliff of the haze kid?
frustration sits in like picketting racists
when i'm faced wit persuading their ignorant ways kid.
and that's the basics of the existential collapse that i'm facin
relationships get severed whenever the truth it is exposed.
true, the blue pill is so soothin but let go.
though, yo, i think i might have od'ed on the red one.
lose lose situation, either way i'm dead, son.

why is it the more i engage the oneness
the more i feel isolated from this
world of lifelessness and numbness?
its a conundrum son, and i can't take the unrest
stirring up inside without my good haze and rum fifth.
if we're the same, then why i feel so different?
wish my intuition was a little more explicit with
the message that it's sending. shit
but maybe i'm not listenin.
its hard to make sense of all the visions and the whisperin.
the way the pyramids align the earth's seven chakras
is the way my mind designs these words for the populous.
so if you thirst for the knowledge
then quench it with the verses i drop in
this double heelix doctrine