Verse:

Kemo Sabe meet me in the hotel lobby
Bobby saw me--head nod on Wutabi
Says I needs a new hobby, says he needs a reprieve
He’s never seen the parlor--got him talkin’ bout sleeves

I got Gs on K, Gs on E
Gs in AA still likes to freak
GNC where I buy my drugs
My Gs in the back pack Gs of nugs

Now knees on rugs, push to shove, tease and
Love, Beelzebub... in need of hugs
So, lean in--come real real close, see
The Lord of Fly through a Golden smokescreen

Smoking on my way out the station
Stolen sun and a solo rotation--
An invitation you just can’t take lightly;
An invitation to come and find me.


Verse:

My mind is held captive by active synapses
A synopsis classic of Stockholm on acid;
Inexacted science with oxen defiance:
A devil to Aztecs--an angel to Mayans

The ink of the Incans won’t dry in appliance
It twists and it bends and it shrinks and it heightens
Like I’ve been, we’ve been--hell to a heathen
Heaving for heaven the devil jumped deepend

Weakened by weekends I seeped into madness
Blue through my greenness while tangled in madras
Blew through my green like a dexterous addict,
Redacted my thoughts, became one with the mattress…

Passage; metaphors of elephants and Carthage
Farthest; relevance embezzled by the cartridge
Artists; pestilent, malevolent, imparted
Harder and intelligent--make elegance of carnage

Massive; metaphors of elements and gardens
Harvest; relevance dictated by the markets
The heart is a pessimist, benevolent, uncharted
Ardent without hesitance see decadence departed


Outro:

Acid; met a force of elevated homage
Cottage; damaged by the escalated wattage
Polished; desolate, desperate, impoverished
Sorting out the difference between “news” and what’s reported