Yo,
I'm the cat with nine lives that raps with five mics
saw both the far future and the past in hindsight
cameras and assigned lines with flashes of vibrant white lights
but still outshined with my bright mind
photon particles deflected the rays from my rays
outran any enemy in a heart race
what freedom fighters die for's the same reason I write
followed the id disregarded my superego tonight
dates go back as historic you find in timelines
Homer composed epics in his lifetime I rhymed it nine times
as much divine designs are located below the heavens
we aren't gods but the art's proof we know their essence
recite verses design curses behind curtains
city light urban environments disguised my workings
the kind of person to discover life's purpose
then find I'd rather not live cause dying's worth it
the lyrical wordsmith architect of Pandora's Box
who pulled out two Rosetta Stones with Excalibur swords
the Ten Commandment templates mentioned my name
enigmatic chronicles of resurrections set up my frame
ancient alchemist forerunner of sapient malices
pioneered multicellular the first paleontologist
made it my objective bitch
live by my words like the first time I heard it but every second
I paid dues with my soul to paint some musical notes
the red ink; but the pain was Muse to my dome
the Marcus Garvey of rap; my life is monochrome
if they target the black then my white is not in tone
Holophonic sound waves founded my Matrix
I am the One now that you know bow down to the greatness
Christ imitated me when he kept the truth in hostage
I viewed the process then harvested my own fruits of knowledge
back in the old days in dark caves used to smoke haze
and get so blazed I called it the Stone Age
wall-paintings from 17,000 years serve as evidence
but nothing's changed since we still the same near perfectionists
see the fine arts don't define art
it's more about the morals, wits, and a kind heart
you can question the world but the answers in life vary
so find all your answers in the Library.
