| Drummers with hands ablaze we dumbing out in the place |
| Roughing it in a phase, tumbling through a maze |
| Humble and giving praise, getting up in your face |
| Runnin just to escape babylon giving chase |
| Mumble another phrase, puffin upon the haze |
| Hustle in many ways motherfucker its not a craze |
| The hubble is up in space, culture is a disgrace |
| The number is 23 and i’m dungeonous with the bass |
| In the jungle without a trace, puzzle is put in place |
| Bubbling til it breaks we smugglin in the crates |
| Opening up the gates, smoking up all the grapes |
| Feeling like i’m hovering up above, levitation |
| Love against hate a giant has come awake |
| The summer is coming late, hunter hunting his prey |
| Wondering of the date, fumbling for the fate |
| Something thats in the way yo, nothing rather nathan |
| Riding on an elephant i think i’m lord ganesha |
| Astronomy is the guide, in harmony with the tide |
| The prodigy of the pride in father i will confide |
| Calling out as i cried, hollowing out inside |
| Haunting you like a bride, lobotomy then i died |
| Quality of the rhyme, novelty of the time |
| Caught up in quite a crime, bottle without a lime |
| Psychologists see a sign, taught of only the mind |
| I’m not only divine, my biology is sublime |
| Gotta just keep on trying, a star is getting its shine |
| As far as living i’m fine, i’m ducking and dodging swine |
| Always be out for mine can’t stop it and press rewind |
| Astrology whats your sign, chopping down all the pines |
| Drawing outside the lines goddess inside the shrine |
| Far away you will find, all the people are kind |
| Swallow a glass of wine, opening up the blinds |
| All of it intertwines then i stop on a dime |
| Riding on an elephant i think i’m lord ganesha |