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I'm not a rapper, I'm a rhymin philosopher
Pointing out poignant observations from my ocular
Lyrically I'm Archamedian clever, solid bars- I could move the world with a lever
That's why I make strong points I'm settin fulcrums
To flip you on yo axis whatever plane you come from
Force unstoppable, no object is immovable
Cause what appears stuck in the third is still moving thru
The fourth dimension need I mention that, consequentially
Due to a lack of actual vacuums nothing's empty
Any tangible space is occupied see the vibe with your third eye
The first two feed the brain lies
There's this point in the retina where the nerve connects
Resulting in a dull patch in which the eye cannot collect
The light reflected from whatever is in front of you
And so the brain fills in the blank with what it wants to
Something to complete the pattern
But now think of this: theoretically the whole planet of Saturn could have been missed
Cause to the naked eye Saturn is only as wide as eye of a needle against in the night sky
And yet that's a whole majestic planet!
The brain would have painted black cause it couldn't understand it
The human brain is in love with the idea of logic
Everything takes in has to make sense, or it vomits
It throws it up, throws it out, it has trouble accepting that even precise science is just guessing
Like everything we think we know is based on the weight of the kilo
And yet in '48 the weight of the key had changed so...
And look at Zeno, godfather of paradox
Who disproved motion all together and yet we still we still rock!
So what is motion? What is fiction? What is real?
What is perception? What does it really mean to feel?
You and I may never see eye to eye on something so simple as how a color is defined
I take my time exploring the mind, imploring divine
Adoring the Deus laying dormant inside
I left the cave and I saw what caused the shadows
Came back to try to explain and caught arrows
Cause people prefer to remain undisturbed
The practice of which keeps me perpetually perturbed
I never been scurred by words or bound by curbs
I drive my vehicle wherever my course swerves
There's no learning curve cause there's no such thing as a curve
A circle is just a square with infinite angles
Your logic strangles creativity like a rope around the neck and it's so fuckin tangled
I keep my words sharp so I can cut myself free
That safety net you built yourself aint safe for me
I'd rather free fall and get caught in the abyss of it all: a kiss and balled up fist thru the wall
Before I ran I walked, before I walked I crawled before that I was on the floor sprawled
But I'm gettin elevated wit next level revelations
Steppin toward evolution with every respiration

But then again, progress is only progress comparing past to present
And the change ain't always obvious
And for that you need a concept of time of which mine is skewed
So it's tough to say what's the same and what's improved
There is no good or evil only change and that's the truth
What's a flame to a star? What's a rock to a moon?
Third rock resident, 30 veteran my intelligence is only evident when relevant
So my time spent trying to remind humans
The strength of the arm don't even compare to the the pen

It's oranges and apples it's uphill battles
Cows hate taking direction from the other cattle
But each one teach one and I'm on the mic to preach son
Couple billion motherfuckers I'm just tryin to reach one

And yo, shout out to Bushido Garvey
For putting me on to the philosophy of one life = one world