Many Moons March

I've traveled many moons, to bring to you
A gift, light-years before it's time
So as the end looms, or so they believe
I breathe new life into your body
Call me your breath fresh air
Might as well, you are already paying for oxygen
2 parts of that and 1 part of hydrogen
Gives you my flow, if I don't shine anymore
Your mind remains froze, sub-zero
That would be a negative
And we don't subtract or divide
We add on like roaches we don't die we multiply
In the good words of Sir Robin
Harris-ment will not stop me from calling your
Piccolo player a muthafucka
Once again follow the Pied Piper
Pay tribute, I want to see lighters
In the air, on the count of three catch a fire
1, 2, 3
As we blaze the Marley, who wants to go higher
Until the day of my expiration, I will remain
With the walking dead
Because we are no better than each other
Read my lips... no new taxes... that's with the man said
But the Man uses tricknology to hold you back
Jump into my starship as we fly above all that
Bullsh*t, see I am the pilot of a cool whip
So riding with me is something like a treat
We've already won, there is no such thing as defeat
Unless you want it to be