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This one starts over a beat loop
And a hot bowl of dandelion soup
Recorded two projects, I'm 'bout to regroup
Enter the verse of the meta, Can-I-Bus forever
The rhyme predator beta-tester make it better
Harmonic tremors, VR molecule parts the data in zoom
On a Zoom call, howlin' at the moon
Metatron's cube'll drive through Cameroon
Makes love to change the molecular matter of a spoon
The language was spoken dystopian, sung as a holy hymn
By some old moldy men soakin' in Covid phlegm
Cornmeal coded in fried okra, pathogen serum from live cobras
One hit'll roll your eyes over
Polar drip, solar poles shift, liftin' weights
On a stranded container ship, waitin' for the rain to quit
A thousand solar cycles later I'm still writing with pen and paper
The Creator recreated Jamaica, indigenous
Genetic information, beautiful natives, unusual flavors
Looked her up and down and said "Hmm, I'll take her"
This is critical survival, not in denial
Not an emotional spiral, not bein' tribal or worshippin' idols
Put on your optictorial virtual reality goggles
(Heard I was killin' shit-)
Put on your goggles and watch me kill shit
(Get rid of the pack and cop the-)
(Cop this pretty chrome dome, so I'm dippin' with that)
(Heard I was killin' shit-)
Put on your goggles and watch me kill shit
(This goes out to all those gettin' paid)
(Double, and watch my stack go)
I woke in a jail where prisoners get key fobs
Every mornin' we feed on grapefruit pancakes infused with sea moss
You want white folks involved
Just threaten to vaccinate they dogs
I bet they bring this whole shit to a hault
I'm on the clock when I'm wearin' pajamas
No shirt, just boxers, can't wait to go to work with the Oculus
Cripple in fear, paralyzed there with a stare
What shit you wear? It's VR, goddammit, who cares?
Emotionless state read, but now you on sleepin' in the weeds
Tossin' and turnin' like birds in a chicken feed