come on its time for a vacation get on the train before its leaves the station 3 stops until your destination each ones gonna need a little explanation first stop see yourself reflected in the walls of the house, pulse, pulsing through your veins, physical cadaver of your brain but its got bounce bounce bouncin with the quarter oz breathe once and it breathes back get what im saying let your feet ride the waves on the floor until you reach the shore of the second stop where you turn inward hey all welcome to your ego past the first to the second of three throws picture for a minute that your in it pick it up and spin it chew it up spit it out curb the words from your mouth got yourself rolled into a compact ball its pretty you could stretch it to the wall spread across space draw yourself on all the wire is sprawled from jaw to jaw n when it bounce you could crawl inside where time is wound with the threads from your soul so the clock keeps tickin and the strings start slippin its been hot minute since u seen it and its hittin hard than you thought now see but that just it you thought hit with the attack and when it leans over your body all you see is yourself looking back welcome to the third stop where you heart starts racing and your minds gone and gods around in sound ur upside down above the ground surrounded spinning like a merrygoround profound divine language is filling ur ear infinite folds find the creases that are making it clear see through the spread of day to day draw it in feel its weight cast it out and come this way collapse again and another day we reach so far runnin laps but it only takes a couple steps so move up wuick and dont look back cause once youve been in between it cant be unseen un heard un felt

im the face at the bottom of the lake of data that youre drifting in the space where the sun on your skin splits hydrogen with oxygen undone in tension in the reflection vexed in its perception left unsung its memories seem perplexing crude and unrelenting but its noooott!!!! smooth it out now baby look alive i used to keep tabs now i take em natures data coursing thru my veins it feels it feels amazing caught in a maze of hazy voices sucking sweet sonic nectar out these noises listen to the boys eating bugs! tug at your teeth and at you gums tongue tweaking off these makes these words that wasnt was before your mind could catch whats up down down with program data boy movin to ur town he need a show now he got the flows he got the people on a roll now he got the peoples pupils lookin all round round the corner up the block homies hangin out the windows shoutin data boy we known shit gon rock so when you get to steppin drop the bars in this agora everyone and everythings up top jump in the pool of peoples thoughts thought you was once one but now two too far for the eye to see D Bs beats treat what minds mean his flows feed freed heart beats from our kinds dreams and fill peoples cups so they might sip from divine streams What the fuck is that the philosopher s stone we could cut it crush it pipe it and pass it around i got million lives lived at the center of my bones if you cut them in half all youd find is your home into the ether reachin pullin out these words one by one slinging slow data flow in the wind now its gone

walk up to the spot with green beneath my feet and the green between my teeth make me feel so sweet what a treat to see the sun between the branches in the trees and the birds and bees think i might just take a seat green smears between the creases in my jeans shroomies in my system and im feeling kinda dizzy pull up to the spot or you might just miss me feel so good im thinking how can this be sugar coated present wrapped in past makes the next sweet fabric of reality draped across across my arms and i wanna take it off cause in unknowing is the most peace pieces of the gift from which you mold an image tear it off the sun and watch it grow with every minute every fragment lifted in its golden liquid to your tongue be rejuvenated feel the presence of its love flush through your veins and touch your fingers to the the mud just so that you can wipe it off cause it pays to get a little dirty little dizzy sometimes find some friends with which you can fuck round til the sun rise and when it do know that it will again or maybe you'll just have come full circle dropped the beat and brought it back again

Walk with me the cobble path of life where the grass grows from the cracks and the luminescent lamplight leads all where theyre going doesnt matter if you know it and ill let you in on a little secret theres gonna be a fork or two in the road but both ways lead home (home) at hone in being comma alone comma come over its where the homies are one might pick up their guitar one projecting from their pipes ones got 88 keys in their pocket tonight and the song we sing together resonates with everything thats right a little tighter on the edges little closer in the corners moving with the melodies adore it rolling in ecstatic union with life Sitting in the meadow of your minds eye i am in the shapes the triangle, the circle, the square, the shapes that form the petals of the rose, or the leaves of an oak. The feel of soft, the feel of hard, the feel of hot, the feel of cold. Those too they find our tongue, the texture of fruits, flavours burst in my mouth whats for dessert. Sweet sweet, or sweet and salty, savoury foods, a bitter smooth crunchy Dipped in wet, left out to dry, a soft kind of rugged, a rugged kind of shine

i know this place there are no timezones by intricate design ornamental figures imprint patterns on your mind with golden lace jewel lined ridges stride through gates make yourself at home in this place i know this place i know skirts new and old dynamic growth within a static whole pour the liquid in the mold 24 karat bars of soul put your finger on the pulse feel it travel to to your skull 1 key 2 key 3 key 4 you felt the click and you want more press the right spots open the doors this place i know it shall be yours it shall be yours this ancient source lay trust and fall through temporal floors let your core step forth embrace it for rebirth its young db in the spot got my fingers in the pot and im cookin up that hot shit dirty mud and that pop hit hear it thru your window once i drop it got your neighbour sayin whats this i made it with my mouth everytime your head bounce its comin from my gut reached down my throat and this is what i found everytime you think whats that sound its the vocal chords ive strummed even when you hear the kick drum thump that shit started in my lungs you see i got my finger on the pulse and the blood coarsing thru my veins is laced with the rhythm hip hop