ive been casting shadows my confidence shattered alone in the stardust with wings of dark matter swapping dollars for tapes in reverse is how i speak three chairs in a room with some Twin Peak geeks Ghost, the florescent nemesis coast to coast damages spinning recs with the king reruns of Neon Genesis drink the devils energy bringing new meaning to synergy quarter pound and a half glass left half empty chevron pattern on the floor handfuls of creamed corn diary pages torn a new issue of Fleshworld porn barley any time to take a breath so much life between these bars ill be doing this to death memories within these scars precognitive dreams how can i explain it? deja vu as a kid like a glitch inside the matrix you feel what im saying? its like braille to the blind if you dont understand it you will in due time within time itll become clear either a week or month or year once ignorance is a fear watch the answers appear you can kill me now a crucifix or a fire but it wouldn't be the first time that you killed the messiah hocus pocus your raps are so bad crocus dominocus your raps are a fad enter the 36 chambers of secrets my hype verse my wand bursts inside your speakers shame on a wizard who tried to run game on a wizard pull out my wand and hit you with the magic word bring the potion bring the motherfucking potion alakazam out the back like the motion of the ocean

welcome enter the realm of delirium this will be the first album ever put out on Criterion Collection shit goes harder than my erection but at the same time pedestrian showing no signs of affection the world was mine but i decided to reject it a state of meditation into space my mind ejected expanding into nothingness emptiness like lacking substance unseen balance in the universe so that dark and light can coexist we're all so desperate to know we're not alone the vastness of emptiness the future waits in the unknown cosmic paralysis at the edge of time with wings of dark matter on the crest of a decline adorn for sure a black hoodie with a couple patches set the universe a blaze with this verse and a couple matches got bars like pronouns in the LGBT community writing letters to the sea unread you step with anonymity ill feed you the words so you can masticate and masturbate rock your head to the beat truth upon a golden dinner plate im sick of lying waiting and masturbating to the prospect of an end yet im still here hesitating hopping planes inter dimensional traveling your life inside my dream as we are both slowly unraveling or is it your dream that i am currently inhabiting a projection of space i stumbled in while astral traveling manufacturing planetary doses of depression sadder days and distant waves met with dementia and aggression turn the battle on yourself the campaign for self destruction worldwide suicide highjack your brain like an abduction minus the bodysnatching no more need for reproduction sex and sleep are obsolete an entire race in deconstruction seduction romanticizing my own death what a time to be alive bump this shit until your deaf my Zardoz head in the clouds to spit a mist accross this land to give rebirth to the earth life and death within my hands total destruction as a form of creation abolish my existence letting go of indignation i lay myself to rest to stop the heart within my chest i take a single breath and exhale till theres nothing left eternity within a flash but still fear it wont last upload my consciousness to the cloud between the future and the past Operation Paperclip blasting into space and shit im trying to hang with Laika, Jack Parsons in a space ship move over Kase2 im the motherfucking king of style keep your eyes on the prize disguised all the while indecisive within decision precision with the incision my vision of the collision stepping out of your television division of the opposition cut you off like circumcision expanding cellular division cold as fuck, my heart's condition

well imma spit that Laura Palmer shit not feeling like im part of this i shall remain anonymous losing all my confidence i wish i were dead sometimes i really feel that shit catch me with Judy casting spells without a magic kit lost in thought zoning out caught up in a day dream anything to escape this place and what my brain keeps saying im trying to be underground spitting shit from six feet deep until then ill take my thrown while flowers are thrown at my feet bring a sweater to protect you from the weather cold chills and thrills i feel it now more than ever subatomic comets in tune with the infinite run the Dragonballs and hijack an Eva Unit June 17th 1952 Jack Parsons disintegrated mercury fulminate was used suicide or homicide it still remains a mystery occultist jet propulsion written out of history 1989 i woke up from my slumber picked a dimension by the nearest whole number kicking up dirt clouds breaking waves mounds of rubble im here to lay this shit to rest i hate to burst yout bubble breaking bread with the dead i prefer to sit in silence your mob mentality step one: turn to violence just bring me the check im ready to go this life has run its course dive into the nearest wormhole at full force been writing in the shadows for at least four years too afraid of possibly being criticized by peers mission impossible my own obstacle if this tape sees the light of day youll feel it in your optical rhymes like crimes they're under federal regulation black market shit auditory stimulation supreme court ordered seizing this brain for its wisdom but they cant even keep drugs out of the federal prison system respect these words your dealing with an elder my grip stays tight reinforced like a welder my foundation holds strong never shook by the earth tectonic plate shifting can never break down my worth you cant destroy something if it doesnt exist an ounce of confidence if i had one wish contradictions in these lines cognitive dissonance upholding balance in my mind maintaining indifference i put the best foot forward but thats still a step back i hear the call of the void i fight the urge to call back my mind stuck on the end when i can finally lay to rest these perpetual thoughts i believe Biggie said it best when i die fuck it i wanna go to hell im a piece of shit and it aint hard to tell plunge out of my existence and into the dark matter a sea of tranquility let the illusion be shattered that it was all for something like i ever had a purpose a waste of space of that which i am certain but its not all bad beams of light shine through until i leave the few i love but i know they know i have to i wanna reside on the tide of immortal consciousness leave my body behind and my static footprint through the darkness of future past the magician longs to see one chance out between two worlds FIRE WALK WITH ME

my spam folder stays full cause im an herbivore meat eaters are falling off like "what the fuck is this so hard for?" to all the people i know that want the old Blaine back ill be in Unit-01 initiating Third Impact city populations plummet as im passing through them our technique is flawless leaving the competition clueless i guess its just Jon rocking the beats to make you move your feet im lost among the stars from this altitude i cant see the streets this shit is pass or fail no middle grounds to fall into focused and determined you know what i been into bumping J Dilla beats in my Eva Unit-01 Tokyo-3 out of range of the sun more underground than these beats and rhymes elevator down to help pass the time

i know this beat i hear it in my sleep sometimes prepare for this feast of sweets and untreatable rhymes sicker than a bum ticker exposed like a bumper sticker confused like Fooly Cooly these words will help you die quicker i shine bright like the darkness of space the depths of our oceans give me a time and a place im ready to die for my life to erase slip away in my sleep or meet death face to face scatter all of my ashes among the rings of saturn im searching for the balance like a geometric pattern crack the seal and let the water flow out from my tear ducts and onto the earths crust i possessed a fear once that id be stranded between life and whats coming next no check-ins at a gate no rainbow bridge or other's text interpretation of an after life dictated by those long dead what if it remains unread i try not to think about it im just left with more questions it not to be answered with out limited understanding last night i had a dream that i was floating down a stream of consciousness and formlessness dark matter light beams in a state of restlessness with death im intimate ill pass on beyond this flesh and return to the infinite King Yemmah aka Emperor Blaine ive always been present infinity and a day my past is like the summer's path just know the future wont last when the inside light grows dim the realization hits fast its all been written out front to back im talking inch by inch something out of the mind's of Mark Frost and David Lynch ill be pissed if i find out it was really a simulation i spent too much time on thoughts of suicide and free masons i emerged from the abyss to save the planet from destruction trying to get this tape right but im my own worst obstruction it may be 2018 but im seeing 2020 two steps ahead of my own death while youre fixated on the money the only trappin im doing is collecting information my mind's the conduit for the universe's gestation hold up wait a minute stop the presses hold the phone this just in im the best MC the world will never know planetary appeal dropping tapes on Saturn's moons Prometheus, Pandora intergalactic iTunes

try meditation relax just swim within he let them in the master of masturbation known to keep to himself he is rich in spirit his words spread his wealth enlightened and somewhat fearless emerald tablet in my lap picked from the great pyramid map to the White Lodge open the gate and step witin encoded messages in hieroglyphs and braille covering up the walls the air is thick and stale narrow passages darker than the universe dry sand all around nothing in sight to quench my thirst passing through realms but not blindly using all precautions like a seven day crime spree in sight of the red orb of shifting dimension linked to the brain for power no need for an extension he holds all the keys the king of all realms space and time begin to distort not that you could tell the secrets of structure woven patterns in the universe his mind and hands work it out molding up a structured verse without hate and without pain strength and unity coexisting on this plane no need for a mutiny locked into the beat staring down the sniper scope lyrical rhyme time crimes peak leaving all your speakers broke

(Faithful to thee) (I'd like to be her very best friend) there goes the planet yall acting like i planned it a world takeover free will taken for granted the ghost with the most and the king coast to coast your the beast with the least deceased by this masterpiece UFOs in my lobes whispering secrets of the universe telekinetic conversations higher intelligence of the quite perverse raw like Eddie Murphy coming back from Delirious hooked from the first time i watched it on my mom's VHS caught a glimpse of my future inside of a dream encoded secret messages tell me what does it mean we cant hide from the darkness it exists within us just let your light shine brighter carry on with your business my talents more rare than a holographic charizard stop the presses keep you wishing for another bar business cards blank no names and no watermarks in my crosshairs Dr Doom and fucking Tony Starks (Faithful to thee) (I'd like to be her very best friend) i copped three wishes off the infamous monkey paw wished for better rhymes and it came with free lockjaw i pack more power in a punch than the stun gun hand to hand combat metal knuckles leave your face numb whether you got three heads or one you should understand it ill blast you to the past leave you helplessly stranded kneel and kiss the ring as my choir starts to sing a tune of blooming doom i heard inside of a dream seven dragonballs in the villains possession a wish for ultimate power to render useless all your weaons 120 meters high you still stand no chance new ruler is here left in a trance at a glance im spitting pure metal with no gold fronts im climbing higher planes with no dope blunts hail from the midwest claiming to be the best gently laid them to rest after flunking the test (im the real thing) (Faithful to thee) (I'd like to be her very best friend) blaine the man from another place ghost gone without a trace conceptualize and realize our dreams are in our head but we can extract them from the brain if we could get out of bed if we would throw energy like with cash we'd be set but art from the heart can never leave you in debt arc reactor in his chest beneath his chrome vest a simpleton style somehow lends itself to impress lost his legs to a fever quick to cut loose ends a friendly neighborhood spider sought out to replace the loose limbs half man half master completely stardust emperor of good and evil equal parts love and lust