[Verse 1]
Yo, blastin' through the trichomes, terpenoid tornado,
Delta-9-THC ignitin' synaptic inferno,
Endocannabinoid receptors dancin' in the limbo,
Anandamide avalanche, bliss in every limbo.
Sativa strains skyrock, cerebral supernova,
Indica inducin' indolence, couch-locked coma,
Hybrid havoc hybridizin' highs like a mad alchemist,
Puff the chron, chronobiology twisted, circadian dismissed.
Entourage effect entanglin' entourage of entheogens,
CB1 agonists antagonizin' anxiety's antigens,
From hydroponic havens to aeroponic arenas,
Weed's the wizard, wavin' wands of wonder, serene scenes.  

[Verse 2]
Genome sequencin' secrets of Cannabis sativa,
CRISPR-cut cultivars crankin' cannabinoid data,
Tetrahydrocannabivarin trimmin' the paranoia,
Myrcene molecules makin' munchies mandatory euphoria.
Bong rips reverberatin' through the reticular formation,
Vaporized volatiles violatin' ventilation norms,
Kush kings conquerin' kingdoms with kief-coated coronas,
OG origins oscillatin' in olfactory auras.
Psychoactive phytotoxins pollinatin' the pineal,
Hallucinogenic haze hallucinatin' hyperreal,
From Afghan autoflowers to Durban Poison daggers,
Weed's the warlock, wieldin' wands of wizardly swagger.  

[Hook]
Puff the cosmic kush, ignite the neural nebula!
THC tsunamis crashin' cranium cabala!
Entheogenic empires erupt in euphoric exile,
Weed wizardry warp-speedin' worlds, mile after mile!
Blaze the fractal foliage, feel the phytophrenic fire,
Ganja galaxies gyratin', higher and higher!
Chronic chronovores consumin' chronological chains,
Insane inhalation, inhalin' infinite gains!  

[Verse 3]
Holographic highs hallucinatin' hyperdimensional,
Cannabidiol calm conquerin' convulsive credentials,
Limonene liftin' lemons like a lucid levitation,
Pinene punchin' pines, preventin' procrastination.
Edibles eruptin' enzymes in enteric eruptions,
Topicals transdermally transcendin' tactile corruptions,
Rosin resins roarin' through the rig's radiant runes,
Dabbin' diamonds dazzlin' in dab rig monsoons.
Quantum quenchin' quenchin' quarks with quarky quintessence,
Weed's waveform wavin' wildly in wavefunction essence,
From shatter sheets to live resin labyrinths,
Insane incantations invokin' infinite labyrinths.  

[Verse 4]
Metaphysical mists manifestin' in marijuana mantras,
THCA transmutin' to THC via decarboxylation dramas,
Borosilicate bongs bubblin' biochemical ballets,
Percolators percolatin' purity in percussive parades.
Entheogenic expeditions explorin' ego erasures,
Psychedelic symbiosis synchronizin' soul chasers,
From Moroccan hash to Colombian crippy conquests,
Weed's the wormhole, warpin' worlds with wormy contexts.
Fractal foliage fracturin' finite philosophies,
Cannabinergic cascades crashin' cognitive cosmologies,
Blunt wraps blazin' blueprints of botanical brilliance,
Hyperbolic highs hurlin' humans into hyper-resilience.  

[Verse 5]
Cosmic chronic catapultin' consciousness to constellations,
Galactic ganja gravitatin' galaxies in gyrations,
Nebulous nugs nucleatin' neutron star narrations,
Black hole blunts bendin' spacetime in smoky simulations.
Interstellar indicas inducin' interstellar intuitions,
Sativa supernovas sparkin' synaptic solutions,
From vapor trails to comet tails of cannabis comets,
Weed's the wizardry, wizardin' worlds without comets.
Euphoric entropy entwinin' eternal enigmas,
Phytopharmacological phantoms phantomin' phantasms,
Ultimate utopia unfurlin' in utopian uptakes,
Insane infinity inhalin' infinite intakes!
[Outro]

Weed Wizardry

Sayin That Its Love

Error

Bass like tombs rumbling under the feast
Candles flicker on plates stained with the beast
We dine while the ruins whisper names in the smoke
And every ghost leans in for the final choke

Outside the banquet halls the echoes still bleed
Old fields hold the print where the victims concede
They served the charge with silver, we swallowed the cost
Each dish garnished with a memory long lost
The bloodline inherited by children unraised
The table set on graves where the mourners phased
We cheer for the harvest of stolen acclaim
Raise our glasses but the foundation’s the same
Massacre memorial in the back of the mind
A feast of sorrow served to humankind
When the laughter rings high, look below the crust
See the tomb-stone markers in the dust
Our ancestors whispered, now we chant their refrain
We dine on the ruin, we bless the domain

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

The banquet spreads wide, the legacy cold
Bones under linen in stories untold
They carved the borders, they sealed the fate
We carry the ghosts while they celebrate
Eyes in the darkness, voices in the wind
The table keepers blind to what they begin
We march in the shadow of the screams unheard
Hands raised in thanks while the truth is blurred
The scar remains fresh though the print is faint
Blood rubs off slow but the soul still paints
The price was paid not with gold but our lives
We dine at the table built on their cries

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Skulls under china, guns under glass
Echoes of footsteps in corridors past
Whispers of mothers whose children never came home
Feasts for the victors, graves for the bone
Ceremonies silent, drums in the night
Every shot memorised, every wrong in the sight
We’re heirs of the massacre, legacy defined
By the blood in our veins and the scars in our minds
No masks on the faces, no lies in the creed
We chant the cry of the fallen, the hearts that still bleed
Hear the bass like a heartbeat under the wall
See the ghost in each corner, hear the memory call
We dine on the ruins, we cradle the pain
Until the table breaks, until we reclaim

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Let the bass tremble for the names unsung
Let the table tremble when the truth is done
Massacre memory flows in our veins
We hold their voice, till we break the chains

Massacre Memory

Chronos Jester, the Time Traveling Booty Eater

[Intro]
They won't listen to me
Telling me I'm the problem
For pointing out the problem clearly
Tell me my solution is naive
Sounding like a feel-good fantasy

But I'm not dreaming
I've listened, learned, calculated
Evaluated, painstakingly navigated
The claims, the games, the origin of the currency
Walked the real terrain
The map you've been sold, asked me to hold
Is nothing like reality

It doesn't bring me any consolation
To see the con and conflation
And know—
When you're fucking fragile
When that illusion of comfort finally falls
And you see the machine that you've been feeding
The blood and spirits of those you've been eating
To sustain the illusion of success
Through unnecessary, stolen excess

And you scream about the horror
You might even lose your fucking mind
It doesn't comfort me or make me feel better
To realize all I'll have left to say is:

I told you so

[Verse 1]
They got ambulatory schizophrenics at the top
Bought big pharma, the clinics
The academic institutions
Bought the critics, the statistics
Rigged the heuristics, every single one

Impossible to diagnose the sickness
When the diagnosis would
Make you complicit in their illness
Easier to say
"It's just business
This is just how it's done"

[Verse 2]
Functional insanity
Means they can't see the truth from the fantasy

Don't make me explain it
Just ask them to shut the fuck up
Don't contain it, don't reframe it
Don't rename it, don't debate it
Don't triple-A-rate and label it

Just watch the numbers multiply
Watch the psychosis take its hold
And hide behind a suit and tie

No correlation, just a polished presentation
Numbers divorced from reality
When it's time to collect
Watch them keep their theft
And pass the bill to me, you, our families

[Verse 3]
It's not that difficult
Just intentionally complex
Keeps you in the dark
Keeps you writing checks 
Inflation? That’s you subsidizing
their reckless bets.

They found the lamp, 
they built the genie
Conjuring value out of nothing 
Mastered deceit called it belief 
Granting wishes to themselves
Magic numbers on a screen

While you trade your life, 
your time, your energy
For a right to be
They violently enforce their fantasy 

They don't build a damn thing
Don't heal, don't feed, don't house, don't teach
Just skim the difference between what's real
And what they convinced you to believe

Turn your labor into their leisure
Your necessity into their excess
Then charge you interest on the theft
Call it growth, call it progress,
Disrupt and leave a mess.

When the spell breaks and the mirage clears
You thought you were building a home, a career? 
Just bars to your own cage, 
Trapped in their unreality, 
“I told you so” might be all that you hear.

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