Whispers echo from within
These prison walls are bloody sin
Enticements like the yolk's allure
Tension swells his mind mature
But he knows breaking free is his sole mission
To transcend shell, time, his true ambition

He's been stuck
(Inside the egg)
Completely fucked
(Inside the egg)
(Inside)
Completed fucked
(Inside)
The man trapped between the shells
In the darkness, seeks the light
Through the cracks, he'll break the spell
And soar beyond his boundless flight
(Let me free!)

(Let me free!)
(Let me free!)

Each layer he pulls away
Fractured lines of milky grey
Within the membrane of his solitude, he's ensnared
A struggle, like the yolk, in darkness, bared
Yearning release from this private hell
Endless torture, trapped, true dispel

He's been stuck
(Inside the egg)
Completely fucked
(Inside the egg)
(Inside)
Completed fucked
(Inside)
The man trapped between the shells
In the darkness, seeks the light
Through the cracks, he'll break the spell
And soar beyond his boundless flight
(Let me free!)

(Let me free!)

(Let me free!)

Ruk's Egg

He's a man with wires in his veins
From dawn till dusk, he works the lines
Sparks flying, fixing, grand design
On the grids, where currents meet
But when the sun begins to fade
He's got another game to play

(Oh) Beefchip, electric union kind,
Wielding power, with skills to redefined
But when the day's hard work is done
He turns to drink, he's on the run
(Intoxicated)
Intoxicated, he's on the run
(Intoxicated, on the run)
Caught in a loop, a dangerous dance
In the shadows electric romance

From the poles to the mines, on his stride
In the depths, where darkness reside
He digs in ash, in the heart of the earth
With dust on his boots, and sweat on his brow
The call of the wires, the buzz in his soul
A dual life he can't control

Caught in a loop, a dangerous dance
In the shadows electric romance

A day's hard work is done
He turns to drink, he's on the run
(Intoxicated)
Intoxicated, he's on the run
(Intoxicated)

Caught in a loop, a dangerous dance
In the shadows electric romance

Caught in a loop, a dangerous dance
In the shadows electric romance

Caught in a loop, a dangerous dance
In the shadows electric romance

Beefchip's Lament

In realms where the mountains rise,
Lay a wizard chef of boundless skies.
Robed in trees, crowned with dew,
His kitchen where the wild winds brew.

Cloudy
with a chance of stars
Cloudy
with a chance of stars

With spices gathered from the earth,
He crafts dishes of wondrous worth.
In cauldrons made of river stone,
His magic dances, all alone.

Starry
with a chance of clouds
Starry
with a chance of clouds

From the whispering trees to the ocean's roar,
His flavors resonate, forevermore.
With forest herbs and mountain breeze,
His creations bring us to our knees.

Stormy
with a chance of haze
Stormy
with a chance of haze

So let's toast to this wizard of land,
Whose culinary artistry is grand.
In his kitchen where nature's grace abounds,
The finest of clouds and winds are found.

(real nice)

Cloudy

In the forest deep and wild,
There's a mushroom, free and styled.
Colors dancing in the breeze,
Living life with so much ease.

Feelin' shroomy, drifting by,
Underneath this starry sky.
Lost in dreams, we float along,
To rhythms bound by shroomy song.

(Lux)

Through the woods, he flicks his stride,
Saucy fungus, side to side.
Caps glisten with salty gleam,
Spores swirling like a funky dream.

Feelin' shroomy, drifting by,
Underneath this starry sky.
Lost in dreams, we float along,
To rhythms bound by shroomy song.

(Lux)

Feelin' shroomy, drifting by,
Underneath this starry sky.
Lost in dreams, we float along,
To rhythms bound by shroomy song.

(Lux)

So let's dance my funky friend,
In a journey that will never end.
For in the forest, amidst the rife,
We'll find our joys in this shroomy life.

Shroomy

Osiris

A legacy born.
The heavens sing.

Doug Seghini finally awakens.
(He is with us)

From Dominica to the African shores.
(He is with us)
A flame eternal burns.

We have waited for you.
Deliver us from evil.
[Woodwinds flutter]
The ground roils beneath our souls.

The trees have woven.
The tapestry of life unfurls.
One brick laid at a time.
A unified civilization of harmony.
(Under G)

Completion Tetris unbound.
Hospitals rejoice re-found.
[Timpani roll]
His triumphs resonate through history.

Raze the nonbelievers.
They were not ready for him.
Silence.
The cycle begins anew.
(He is upon us)

The Coming Of G'Tzu

Come gather 'round
hear tall tale told,
A bitter doc
from lands of old.
To Deutschland shores, 
we sail a-bold,
(Joint in hand; this story's gold.)

Herr Bert,
Germany's son,
He sails the seas
his mind's undone.
Spliff is lit
the laughter's come,
Through salty waves,
his journey's spun.

From Lichtenstein
he's ventured out,
Those eyes glaze over,
he's lost in doubt.
A herb for every
hoe and kraut,
(No need whine; no needn't shout)

Herr Bert,
bringer of ease,
Chill winds blow
throughout the seas.
Puff and smile,
your worries cease,
In his realm,
tranquility's key.

Herr Bert,
forever be free,
Sails high waves,
for all to see.
Ports tell tales
of all your spree,
A legend born
upon the sea.

Here's to Bert,
herb in hand,
Legend of sea 
and myth of land.
In every heart,
his vibe command,
(Stoned quack doc, forever grand.)

Herr Bert,
Germany's son,
He sails the sea
his mind's undone.
Spliff is lit
the laughter's come,
Through salty waves,
his journey's spun.

Herr Bert

In a land of sweets, where the sugar runs wild,
Beth stumbled upon Candyland, just a child.
With licorice vines that tangled and snared,
And chocolate quicksands where she nearly despaired.

Beth, Lost in Candyland, courage in her eyes,
Through perilous paths where danger lies.
With each roll of the dice, her fate's on the line,
In a land of adventure, where candies entwine.

Beneath the cotton candy clouds, she trod,
Past gingerbread houses where dangers clawed.
In the shadows lurked the Jellybean Jaws,
With gummy bears guarding forbidden doors.

Beth, Lost in Candyland, a journey so dire,
Through candy cane forests where dangers conspire.
With every step forward, she faces her fears,
In a world of sweetness, where danger appears.

But Beth pressed on, her spirit unbroken,
Through licorice swamps where darkness had spoken.
With peppermint blights and marshmallow knights,
She battled through the sugary fights.

Beth, Lost in Candyland, a hero so bold,
In a land of enchantment, where legends are told.
With bravery as her guide, she marches ahead,
Through candy-coated dangers, where dreams are led.

Lost In Candyland

Blueberries
(yeah yeah)
Blackberries
(yeah yeah)
She gonna chomp them all up
Why don't you fill up my cup?
Lurking around a quarter to two
She's gonna make that big poo
(ow ow)
Mama gotta wipe her butt again
(ow ow)
Mama gotta wipe her butt again

Misaaa
Shes a little malti-poopoo
Misaaa
She's a fatty booty poopoo
Misaaa
She fights you with that tongue-fu
Misaaa
That little Misa poopoo
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Stinky sockos
(yeah yeah)
Chewy milkchews
(yeah yeah)
She steals it and hides it
You are never going to find it
She finds a way to mark it
There are crumbs up on the carpet
(ow ow)
Mama gonna trip over it again
(ow ow)
Mama gonna flip over it again

Misaaa
She's a little malti-poopoo
Misaaa
She's a fatty booty poopoo
Misaaa
She fights you with that tongue-fu
Misaaa
That little Misa poopoo
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Misa Poopoo

How many times must I wake,
To the Sun's stark stinging glow?
I can't tell what I did, (last night)
And oh, Lord, I'll never know.

So I'll keep on wandering,
Through this bleak endless night,
My joints creaking, cackling,
they know something ain't right,

I feel it in my
BONES

Need to get my bearing straight;
Pop some of that mornin' brew.
Each step so long and heavy,
And I don't know what to do.

Endless work, bringing me down
Losing my grip by the day
Just a little bit further now
and I'll finally fade away

I feel it in my
BONES

I feel it in my
BONES

Memories, flickering lights,
In the darkness of my mind.
But the years have blurred edges,
And I left my best behind.

I feel it in my
BONES

(BONES)

(BONES)

(BONES)

(damn these aches and moans)

In My Bones

Never Forget

Breach the Sandstone Citadel

Canopy Clusterfuck

Journey to Midnight

Chilean Sea Bass

Lost in the Sauce

"And they call him..."


Dark Star.
Intergalactic.
Mighty Maximus.
He rips packs with us.
Flips stacks and cracks backs,
no lack with us.
He's Holographic.
Mr. Too bright.
Shine flexin', true vision,
that's true sight.
Fast hands no shuffle,
he's clocked in.
Top 8 no Swiss,
he's locked in.
Majestic.
The One.
He sculpts brain.
What's next, no head?
That's too vain.

Mr. Big time.
Mr. Big show.
Mr. Big pictures,
you're right - he on roll.
Mad expensive,
top cut, he wrecks bills.
Mostly exotic, he toxic,
no cheap thrills.
You thirsty.
He stocks ice.
Twin 30s on rack,
he's too nice.
Twice loko,
He's mad good.
Twisted forty twice spiked,
he on hood.



Tempest.
The Reaper.
He's too quick.
Snag the zap crack and swag two packs.
He's too slick.
He torrential.
He brings rain.
Mad liquid, on god,
facts, he bring pain.
He's the storm, forever,
He's too villain'.
Ride the wave with sunnys,
that's pro chillen'.
Hit the shore, swap sweep,
he's on board.
Rip mad waves, he's wet,
that's encore.

Crash skiff the dock,
he's in store.
Wild ride, respect,
you're in for.
Sub-Nautic.
He's too deep.
No buoy, submerged,
he's too steeped.
Glacier.
On ice, he's too cold.
Ice man, on rocks,
that's two fold.
Intangible, the animal,
he flips tricks.
Blades glory on thin ice,
he's full sticks.
Freeze pop words,
that's linguistic.


Architect.
The Machine.
Manufacturin'.
Semi systems, automatic,
and he's back again.
Protocol breach.
No response all static.
Program malfunction,
they be parallactic.
Engineered.
Fanatic Fanaticism.
That's spastic fantastic,
Relapsed back, what is this with him?

He's Elite.
Gary.
Scout's honor, he's top 4.
Mad badges, legit,
he cops snore.
Flamin' Cheetos,
he's too hot.
Wash hands new snack,
you best not.
Blaze hard,
he's igneous.
Pop red pills,
that's insidious.
Historical.
Hysterical.
Knowledge passed.
It's clerical.


Captain.
Legendary.
With honor, its ours,
it all seems temporary.
Integrity gained, blood,
its all sent capillary.
Mystery moon man,
he's got those tricks.
Antigravity cavity,
makes you net drop bricks.
The wild one, Zed.
The Desperado.
The Chef remembered.
Lone Star.
Affogato.

Big D, you see?
He spawnin' them.
Kings Queen.
Print armies,
there's no stopping them.
Clone wars built,
its under repetition.
Hive mind sync, 
put you into decommission.
Quick pops trottin',
he's chasing you.
No escape, withdrawal,
he's wasting you.
Champ game 3, you swept,
it's too late.
Trophy on lock, yeah,
man, he too great.


[outro]
Now say his name...

And they call him...

First of many to be introduced in a lofi collection

The Feeding Tree

"....yo ...Rice"
"...HUH??"
"Quit fucking around..."

Yeah... tickin' time bomb, baby
One twist too late and it’s over
He ain’t fappin’ for fun — he savin' lives
You know what time it is
Get on your knees

Yo — how he fumble with fate in his hand?
That glands about to burst like a bomb in the sand
He say he’s the champ, but he droppin' the bag
One missed stroke, now he preppin' the frag
Call him Mr. Clean but his polish game weak
That shaft lookin’ swollen, now it’s startin’ to leak
This shits unstable its a chemical rod
One wrong move call hazmat squad
This glisten’s a mission, the stakes sky-high
If he missin' the pissin', we all gon' fry
You think it’s a joke 'til the glands start spewin'
Ten thousand acres – this man hot glue'n

Before it bursts with a molten spit
Time bomb twistin’, he bottlen' it
Stroke it fast, or swallow it
Get on your knees and polish it!
Make that tip shine, honor it
Ripe glands ripe for apocalypse
Peep those purps we can handle it
So get on your knees and polish it!

"Mmmmmmmmm"
"This shit is fucking ripe"
"What are you waiting for?"

Down in the basement, cats by the crate
While he tryna shine fate before detonate
Twelve mews deep, but the glands still growin’
Glowin’ like a fuse that’s sexually smokin’
One cat hissed when it pulsed with steam
Other one faints when it started to gleam
He yellin’ at the cats, “This ain’t no joke!”
Pop four stimms, now he lock on stroke
He live with fur, but his mind on the shaft
Rag in his left, lotion locked in a flask
Fuck your day job, this a doomsday task
Harvest these glands or we all wear a mask

That glands primed — demolish it
Let it drip? We all pray for it
So twist, then stroke, then conquer it
Get on your knees and polish it!
You don’t want a nation split
Work load reached forget submit
When it swells, you honor it
So get on your knees and polish it!

"Its turning purple!!!"
"Jesus Christ... "
"Its reaching critical mass!!!"

He don’t sleep, just schemes and shine
Drivin’ cross town with a tube and a brine
Stopped at the doc for the classic script
"Give me somethin’ strong doc — these glands are thick!"
He trade seed for pills, coke for bone
He scrubbin’ in alleys, mid-methzone
“Don’t touch that latch — it’s pressure-packed!”
One slap and it’ll splatter your cul-de-sac
He’s sniffin’ that solvent, not for high
It’s to slow down time 'fore the shaft goes sky
Even dealers duck when they see the glow
Five finger grip, my knob gon’ blow

This ain't kink — it’s apocalyptic
Ripe and swollen — we can context shift it
Before the blast we get optimistic
Get on your knees and polish it!
Not a toy — be vigilant
Miss one rub? Not innocent
Eruption peak now imminent 
So get on your knees and polish it!

"Open up!!"
"oh FUCK!!"
"Its the police!!!"

"You got the right to remain silent, dick",
One loud word make my doorknob tick
They cuffed him up mid-handy stroke
Now the pressure buildin’, the ass went woke
Judge was confused like, “This some fetish?”
But the lawyer said “Nah, this mans a wreckage”
In court with a rag, beggin’ for bone
“Let me scrub one more, and y’all go home”
Now he locked in a cell, but the glands still growin’
Bars vibratin’ with a nuclear moanin’
Glands to the grindstone, sparks in the dark,
He buffin’ that shaft 'til it glow like a spark

"Here it comes!!!"

World in flames if you stoppin’ it
Shimmer or suffer, it’s common sense
One ripe shaft means consequence
Get on your knees and polish it!
Purple shaft ripe, we harvest it
Time is tight, so honor it
One drip drops — apocalypse
So get on your knees and polish 

Get on your knees

Bored in the ‘burbs... with a buzz... and a blister,
Crispy's bitchin’ 'bout life — lit like a transistor.
“We should slide to the mall,” said MF Ruk twisted,
Snortin’ Smarties, sippin’ Sparks — the vision's hella mystic.
Junkyard Jeep — three wheels, no brakes,
Blunt-burnt seats and a glove box full of flakes.
Parked outside Macy’s like mallrats on meth,
Munchin’ mushrooms, bumpin’ Death Row’s best.
Granny’s watchin’ from a Buick, we flippin’ her off,
Laughin’ loud — eyes red like we dipped ’em in sauce.
Shawty shakin’ Slim Jims tryna start a grill,
We just sittin’ back chillin’, poppin’ A-trains for thrills.

Mountain mallin’ — brain cells stallin’
Food court fallin’ — got the mannequins callin’
Paranoia poppin’ — trippin’ off the polish
Ain’t no mountain high like that mall shit, flawless.

Doors slide open — slow-mo — escalator lurchin’,
Floors so glossy they reflect my soul searchin’.
Food court fumes hit like a mosh pit punch,
Orange chicken got me tweakin’, screamin’ “brunch for lunch!”
Security smirkin’, walkies twitchin’ and chirpin’,
We swear they whisperin’, every motion’s disturbin’.
Muzak morphin’ — is that Enya or threats?
Mannequins mad-doggin’ like we deep in debt.
Neon signs flicker — Morse code from the void,
Chick-Fil-A clerk lookin’ android deployed.
Took a seat in Sears — socks sweatin’ like rain,
Chewin’ gum like Kevlar — preppin’ for pain.

Mountain mallin’ — brain cells stallin’
Food court fallin’ — got the mannequins callin’
Paranoia poppin’ — trippin’ off the polish
Ain’t no mountain high like that mall shit, flawless.

Why’s that baby starin’? Nah, bruh, he knows.
Seen the stash in my sock and the shrooms in my nose.
Janitor’s janky — got reptile toes,
Build-A-Bear blinkin’ — tappin’ my phone!
Kiosks are Kremlin spies — lotion-laced assassins,
Every sniff from a stranger — cyanide gasin’.
Crispy vanished in the Bed Bath abyss,
Textin’ in Morse with a hiss on his lips.
Cameras spin like carousel creepers,
H&M mannequins twitch like sleepers.
Even the vending machine gave me the finger —
Cheetos turned spiders, crawlin’ up my fingers.

Mountain mallin’ — brain cells stallin’
Food court fallin’ — got the mannequins callin’
Paranoia poppin’ — trippin’ off the polish
Ain’t no mountain high like that mall shit, flawless.

Tile turns teeth — mall becomes a maw,
Swallowed whole — screamin’ “physics is fraud.”
Hot Topic meltin’ — goths chantin’ backwards,
Auntie Anne’s laughin’ — she a damn soul-capturer.
Woke up in Wetzel’s — butter and blood,
Preachin’ to Sephora like Moses on drugs.
Zombies zip through Zales — stilettos and stun guns,
Santa got eight tongues — and a Glock in his buns.
Friends morph to mannequins — mouths in smirks,
Hotdog on a Stick staff startin’ dark works.
Mall cop’s a Minotaur — mirrored halls scream,
“RUN, MOTHERFUCKERS!” — trapped in a dream.

Mountain mallin’ — brain cells stallin’
Food court fallin’ — got the mannequins callin’
Paranoia poppin’ — trippin’ off the polish
Ain’t no mountain high like that mall shit, flawless.

Blink — boom — back in the lot.
Smokin’ gas from a can, like “what the fuck just popped?”
Crispy like, “That was wild — wanna run it again?”
I’m like, “Bet, bro. But next time bring ten.”
M-Eff suckin’ vape clouds — unicorn tip,
Says, “I saw God in GameStop. Life’s a trip.”
No cops, no charges — just warped-ass brains,
Told our minds “fuck around,” they were like “say when.”
Mall ain’t the same — or maybe it’s us,
Either way, that adrenaline busts.
So we jump in the Jeep — windows down, full grin,
As the lot whispers... “You back again, friend?"

Mountain mallin’ — brain cells stallin’
Food court fallin’ — got the mannequins callin’
Paranoia poppin’ — trippin’ off the polish
Ain’t no mountain high like that mall shit, flawless.
Mountain mallin’ — minds get mangled
Lost in the lot where the food smells strangled.
Snap back to real — no damage at all...
So who’s down to do another trip to the mall?

Mountain mallin’.
Same time next week?

Mountain Mallin'

"Daniel!"
"Please report to the counselor's office! ....Again."

ASS PACK’S BACK!
(what?)
Ass Pack’s back...
With his backpack, snack packs, six-stacks of space facts—
(nice)
Ass Pack’s back...
Yellin' at the stars and shit like he just got smacked.
("He did though!")
("He did.")

Yo, back when I was little, I’d sit flipping tv stations
Staring at spaghetti like it owed me explanation.
Moms yellin’, “Mangia!” while she’s carving the lamb,
Dad’s whippin’ linguini like he trainin' clams.
Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think wrong,
Say “hell” in that house? That’s a slipper or a thong
Saints on the fridge, devils in the basement,
Tried to build a rocket—got beat for displacement.

"....Daaaniel?...."
"....What's that smell?"

He’s got dreams in a sack,
Mama callin’ him whack,
But this Ass Pack’s on track—
Makin’ stars talk back.
(“Or maybe that was just the shrooms.”)

High school hero with a Dorito addiction,
Discovered lotion, then lost all ambition.
Locker full of hustler, dreamin' of clappin chaps,
Till coach found the weed in his almanacs.

“What is this, son? ...mid-grade shwag?”
“That’s for science.... sir.”
“No, that’s for your ass, ....Mr. Pack!”

Got detention for moanin’ in AP Bio,
Had headphones in playin’ Enya. – Yeah, I know.
Dropped my snack pack between my ass crack,
Fapped to Frans back with a cracked six-pack.

“Holy shit man... you need to chill the fuck out. You ain't NASA, dawg. You a middle school teacher with a bong in his glovebox.”

Fast forward—trippin’ off a sidewalk crack,
Saw Mars winkin' at me and said pass the bag.
Did math with a caveman in a cave of wax,
Snorted ground quartz then he played some sexy sax.
Met a snail that spoke facts about light speed,
Told me Pluto’s real and he got hella weed.
Wrote a thesis on a bathroom wall:
Shits fake - relative to this bathroom stall.

“How about a little bit of roleplay, baby"
“Imma' need you to confess your sins....”

Ass Pack’s back...
(Again?)
Ass Pack’s back...
(With snacks?)
Ass Pack’s back...
(Nah, he’s cracked...)
("Now he’s teachin' yo' kids!")

Now he’s teachin’ physics with a vape in hand,
Writes test questions like: “Would you rather smooth sand?”
Got kicked from a TED Talk for sayin' "Yo, Gravity Slaps!",
But things got out of hand when he slappin' Neil de Grass.
He don’t wear slacks—just robes, Crocs, and band tees,
Tells the class, “Everything’s fake, except for conspiracy theories.”
Has mad kids, forty exes, and a moon map tattoo,
but still gets stoned in the teacher’s bathroom.

ASS PACK’S BACK! — Tell your mom, tell your dad,
From the back of the class to the top of the lab.
Cracked his brain, found facts in the black—
Signed a Star Pact, now never lookin’ back.


"....Daaaniel?...."
"I found your ‘research folder.’ I opened it. There were pictures of... Saturn’s moons, ...and the pages were... sticky? You need to stop talking to rocks. We miss you. Please call back."

Star Talk

Cruisin down the Jericho, couped like a coffin
G6 growlin low and that stereo coughin
I pull up slow, window rolls down easy
Cona hops in, crank the air so breezy
He’s rockin a suit, shades, — two blunts lit
“Hope you got snacks  — I'm about to talk shit”
Glovebox got a grinder, console got box cigs
Trunk’s full of snacks and a shovel, we gotta dig

Cona rollin straight J cones with precision
Fingers flippin zigzags like it’s straight long division
I twist the knob, top drops, bass pops bangin
He sparks the spark, car coughs, now we hangin
We got a zip in the dash, flask fulla fire
Playlist all cursed tracks and flat tires
He straps in, I grin, sun sinks like nemo —
Time to burn tred, and start the pre-show

Kick that shit into high gear — hit the GCP

White lines flicker like a flip-book film
Every exit's burnin — and we drivin on kiln
Mirror meltin, smoke belchin out vents
Cona talkin code like he off his meds
We swerve through civics like it’s Sunday service
Semi honkin horns makin Cona real nervous
Left lane lawless, no signal in sight
I drift like Tokyo — born in past life

Tailgatin Teslas, passin Prius in prayers
Subaru got scared, tried to vanish in air
He grins, pulls a bowl from his pocket like a prize
“This one hits so hard it’ll make you recognize”
Window down, hand out, fingers flyin vigil
Cop saw the car but blinked — it was just a riddle
We ghost, we glide, down fate's dark freeway
Every honk a hymn, every curve a cliché

City skylines on the horizon split smoke like butter

Welcome to the City with grits in the gears
Cabbies cursin tongues be meltin your ears
We cuttin corners like coke in the club
Run red lights just to dodge dirty grubs
I’m tailgatin police, lane-hop lurkin
Fishtailin Ubers — they swear I’m still workin
Cona yellin, “Hit that bike lane — swerve right!”
We dodge a Chinese delivery almost mid-slide

No blinker — quick switch, I don't signal for karma
Pulled a three-lane shift pass the deli for shawarma
Squeezed through traffic like a front tooth gap
Popped a wheelie in a Prius — thats front page cap
Pedestrians flip us off like Broadway signs
We smile back, passin j cones, killin’ lines
Taxi wars, turnin' fights, every block a beef
We ghost-ride the G6 through sudden disbelief

Through the chaos, we found the elevator to heaven —

Up the ash-cloaked path where the sky starts to shimmer
Mount Kushmore calls with a soul-splitting glimmer
The G6 groans — wheels melt from friction
Yo speakin’ Hebrew, lost into prediction
Clouds puff plush like vape-shop pillows
We ascend to the peak where the gods get giggles
Volcano breath — we inhale into eternity
Brains bubble out its divine absurdity

One toke — upload complete, ego deleted
I became a .PNG, fully depleted
Wings sprout, data routes, I'm a file in flight
Streaming through a stargate lit by Sprite
Flapping around he fully embraced the fabled Flounder
Few rounds of 2K and he's flipping tables round' here
Transition to Mr. Green, so expensive, he cravin greed
Drop to ground floor, before we peace'n — hit the Dwayne Reed

Reality rips — the volcano glitches.

Now we’re swervin through tunnels made of traffic light ghosts
Crossin' Williamsburg with a demon on roast
Cona’s laughin, eyes spiralin and swirlin
“Chill the fuck out bro, before I starts with the hurlin”
My foot hits the gas, or maybe its a turtle
Street folds in half like a Herrick's themed journal
Signs melt — “One Way” becomes “Nah, Try It”
Siren sounds speak Latin, when we try to deny it

Warp gate open in a Queen's gas parking lot
We floor it through the walls while we still in the parking spot
Cops got wings, taxis got teeth
I’m seein Morse code blinkin in between the concrete
Flashes. Passageways. Psychadelic screams
We exit the bridge — or we wake from a dream
We coast in slow, smellin like hell high and glory
Taco Bell sign glows —  man this a goddamn story

Heaven ain't clouds — it’s drive-thrus at dawn
We ride like legends, then we gone

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