Illicit
Steamrollers and vapes
Bonobos and apes
Silver-back silver haze
Blaze with them for 50 days
If that's what it takes, to prove to the world I'm stoned ape
Well, I'm stoned ape
Like Terence McKenna, making the illest of visions
Spilling the wisdom, the village chilling
Instilling that feeling, that crystal wisdom within them
Bending the wind in the minor pentatonic
Suspending suspicious tendencies to tilt what I spin
Into the villainous vision, the villain, the victim, the villainous victim, convicted again
The vexed and vicious cycle's complete, and the circumference just a piece
And the circumference is really just a variable
It's all variable
Yeah yeah
Catch my drift, it's 3am and I'm lit
On that ethereal tip, spark a spliff, that's my shit, like RIP RIP, like RIP RIP
Bury ya and barely leave nary a witness
Leaving the area, dipping
Leaving them various glimpses and
I got nefarious intentions, overcome by tension make me sick man, it's sickening
That's why I'm the illiest
That's why I'm the illest
That's ill-illicsticism
Aleister says I'm a mystic and I've been tripping since I was just an incy-wince
I was just a little kid and I thought, yeah I thought to myself
And that's all, that's all it ever took
Every fucking cover, of every fucking book got mistook or mistaken
That's what? A common misconception
I picked a direction, no deflection, I'm wrecking, I reckon
So let's make a deal
Bonobos and apes
Silver-back silver haze
Blaze with them for 50 days
If that's what it takes, to prove to the world I'm stoned ape
Well, I'm stoned ape
Like Terence McKenna, making the illest of visions
Spilling the wisdom, the village chilling
Instilling that feeling, that crystal wisdom within them
Bending the wind in the minor pentatonic
Suspending suspicious tendencies to tilt what I spin
Into the villainous vision, the villain, the victim, the villainous victim, convicted again
The vexed and vicious cycle's complete, and the circumference just a piece
And the circumference is really just a variable
It's all variable
Yeah yeah
Catch my drift, it's 3am and I'm lit
On that ethereal tip, spark a spliff, that's my shit, like RIP RIP, like RIP RIP
Bury ya and barely leave nary a witness
Leaving the area, dipping
Leaving them various glimpses and
I got nefarious intentions, overcome by tension make me sick man, it's sickening
That's why I'm the illiest
That's why I'm the illest
That's ill-illicsticism
Aleister says I'm a mystic and I've been tripping since I was just an incy-wince
I was just a little kid and I thought, yeah I thought to myself
And that's all, that's all it ever took
Every fucking cover, of every fucking book got mistook or mistaken
That's what? A common misconception
I picked a direction, no deflection, I'm wrecking, I reckon
So let's make a deal
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Writer(s): Joseph Boies
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