i dont rock sandals
but my converse is blanc
my jeans is azul
im feelin like rah al ghul
contemplating on the ways i move
navigating w my space time crew, a few apes in a pod
trod the planet like conan, oh man, got power in both hands
how you want it huh, enhanced or emitted 
give you a chance to admit it
you dont want it all 
your decadent lifestyle made u a problem to solve
mas balam like brolly buakaw 
macaulay culkin n paul the apostle
all in a ball, i probably evolved
dont call me at all 
unless its ways to get stronger involved
im twenty feet tall, it aint such thing as a wall 
have you ever felt colossal like the sun was in yall
or yall still stuck staving atrophy off?
its a catastrophe, god
its like modernity stalls evolution 


i wrote u a love song
we both above wrong
and most of our throngs arent suitable

the feeling is mutual
even tho im mostly immutable
and yet you transform like the hue on ur cuticles

its cute of you 

and id be remiss, not to thank you for ur patience
how you hung around while i was diagramming spaceships
you had my hand crampin w them damn applications
knowen how i feel bout these modern fabrications

its all simulation,
so i cant say i was happy
not when them supervisors out to metaphysically slap me

been tellin you ima tree,
but dont mean to get sappy 
n it stll kinda bug me, how u like to phone tap me

but ur naturally occuring phenomena just attract me

its been kinda odd,
 the whole spectrum kinda broad
should prolly apologise to all parties involved

but we have so much in common,
a profound sense of dharma

and you know wed be around til the universe is warming..

guess i was wrong, n this is just an old song.

Mas Balam