Mr Tin Foil Hat Man

Lyrics:
Lost myself inside a conscious mind
Cross my Ts dot my i's or is it just a vice
Ie am i jus fucking high
Pineal eye wide open but im shut inside
Tokin on the blunt of life
Zonin to the other side
Hopin for another life im jokin its jus nothin sike
Psychic or psychotic, rise up or rise above it
I trust my responses. Lost tryma find the quadrants
Who am i in the eye of horus. Ironic
Im jus the patterns that reside in bodies
Fuck writin cuz im tired of it.
My miind wishin on a lighter body, im jus tryna find my squadron
Dots and lines inside a higher conscience n thats at my despondence
Ill jus take my pie and custard
Tried debunk it mums i think it fried me solid
I kinda got it

Vacillation

Lyrics:
Im jus tryna feel alive. Monkey in the tree of life
Bunnin on dis leaf im fried. Never bump the easy ride
Humble with my piece of pie, underneath an evil eye
Deep conversations with myself schitzophreni, i
Still move bait gotta feed the line
Im more into reading scribes i think i overdeep the signs
Steepest climbs got the hardest drops spread my feet n fly
I need supplies couple arms locked for the peakest times
Ignorance it seems alrigt
I could make you plead to die. Wheeze and whine or cheese n smile
Pick your poison or the easy life uno dat das a bitter deal to toy with ask god what she supplies
I just asked a preacher why, then he snapped in anger like a ds lite
Beliefs are where the heathens lie, keep divde faith is where the peace crys with loneliness coz we all fight
Variations where the key lies, threaten his views and you can see him try to beat around the bush with his feeble mind
Eatin out the crooks fingers keeps his mind an ease got him thinking that he freedom fights
Jokeman. Wants a pat on the back like postman
Too much media n not enough post that
Penalize a nomad tryna fill a gap where my soul cracked
Walkin through no mans land. No homeland
With suttin in my throat gland
I know that they think im jus think im jus the dope man,
Fuckit i sold that, buckets and load of crabs
Runnin from my own trap
Stumblin im so frass, so much to say my articulation so crap
Past relations grown man, sparrin wit the devil on my shoulder, bro pass the reggie or the potent
Bro pass da reggie or the potent

Tree of Life

Lyrics:
What lies within each line
Wisdom like ive lived three lives
I give you 3 wishes, 3 times
Sum of 6, 3 times
Under sistine lights, summonin a couple of, beast eyes
Sun of pristine shine, the muggles in deep lies
Huff and puff breeze flies
Lamentin with a weak smile. Humble as a monk upon the summit of a mountain. Repenting. Peak heights
Seek en-lightenment, ascention, three eyes. 
Cup filled with free ice. Dispensin, vendin, preppin for an endin, jesus christ
Still sellin bargains at a cheap price, barter with a feline, martyr with a peace sign, starvin with a please sign. 
Defensive, dependent on them passin giving each bite
Im fast food, deep fried  
My lungs fight weed smoke for breathing rights
Depression, see the signs. 
I jus dumped my ego on hes death bed, seen the light
Whatever helps me sleep tonight 
Mckenna teachings freed my mind
Preseidents and police divide the mental of the weak inclined
Derelict debris resides where therapists and demons hide
Existensialist and everythist, madness where the method is
I wish i could speak to my developers and ask em what the hell is this
What da hell is this
I wish that i could speak to my developers n das some introspective shit
Fuckit for the zen of it 

Weed smoke i love the smell
Green mixed with bubble melt
3 spliffs a blunt and edible
Fucking hell
Crumble and custard aswell
With banana on top yea i fuck with that still
Big blunt, inhale
Wake up, where you at? in hell
Pick blue or red pill
Id rather choose to get killed
Fuckit you do you
Imma do deals, mr william hill
Passin through with the villain appeal
With the literacy skill and the syblance still
Visibly inna my feels
Tincture in my system helps me simmer my meal
I ate it
Scriptures mixed with pictures from a modern day film
Forget it
Its aincient
Watch out for the aliens they might be your neighbours
You should prolly hide away ur kids and ur anus hahaha

iii/6, 3x

Lyrics:
Am i wise beyond my years cah im thinkin real
You could never tell me what im thinkin, thats a bigger deal
I been on the strip since dis lil
Kidness and weakness forgive still
I jus want plants with pistils
pissed off might run up in da yard wit a big steel
Thought id say pistol
My dargs got teeth and they big still
Cant stand road man its shit still
Your cultures a big shill
Drills aint a big deal
My generation cant communicate you rather ooz the place its sick still
You want to see a crisp bill, wanna be a big deal
quick mil, no soul, pop pills, drink henny, sniff, strip and dick girls, youre pigs still
I'm thinking dat ive lived before, from what ive seen i wish i didnt live at all
You dickheads you flippin fool
I jus feel to scale the block n flip n fall, kill myself to jus respawn, or see god n sit n talk
I know
Somebodies watchin me
Numbers and geometry
Unlimited probablies
Nothing im wafflin
Mind over matter but i stll move disgusting for soverign
Still couldnt trust an apology you aint genuine
Breathin in my medicine, keepin up my regimine
Eatin up my vegetables, still no feelin in my ventricle
Deepin hypotheticals instead of sleepin reasonin preventables
Think before you speakin, keep the decimals
Dots and lines. Creation vs growth. You decide
Clay or embryo. Im still spectatin through my human side
Aliens and gold im entertainin more than 2 divides
But thats not the point find your truent eye
I used to like the same shit that you would like, preservation
Now i sink my teeth in education thats a useful bite
Still i distribute my time
Im birds eye you lookin through the shooters sight

Dots n Lines

Lyrics:
Still wakin up in physical and mental anguish
n im kept in the physical my mentals trapped here
Still decsendin in dis pitiful n vengeful sadness
Im cemented in dis quick sand of every aspect
Steppin through the desert, sandals, venturin on empty rations
My perspective paint the picture of a pebble smashing
Tin foil hat man with kevlar trackies
Imma question addict hittin on this smelly cabbage, lettuce got my eyes lookin red as radish
Im jus tryna pen a pattern then protect my patent
Im too grown to stress semantics
Know im into loopholes, investin, stackin
You know my bredrins claret 
Fuckinnn alone on this quest for clartiy
Numbbb n im cold and carressin sanity
But i dont think she havin me. Shag and leave
i dont keep no company that cant keep up with me
Endin up cuttin off my tongue to please a couple sheep
Black or white still a sheep
Smallest piece of sewage in the water still muds the stream
Thankin sam for pluggin that analogy
Kindly let me save you said the monkey as he put the fish up the tree
Hungry with some new ideas bufferin
Drunken with some ludacris substances
I aint talkin shootin up grub or gear
I could give a 2 hour lecture on the subtext
Imma quit music go up my wisdom
Come back with more experience, fractals and laws of physics
Keep it short and sweet as syrup. Pour a drink for hes existance, pour a drink for your existance
I fucking hate to preach i listen
Cut it i think im finished

Subtext

Lyrics:
Fractions of angles, fractals and patterns,
Im jus the pattern in the pattern tryna pattern understanding
The matter from the madness in the action till i vanish
Ripples of manifestiation, adding to subtract it
Existing, Found a bit of sensation in the paddlin
To be is to be nothing less nothing adding
To be your beliefs is to say you're understandin em
You dont
Who am i, i dont know, im jus here, then i go, then im home
Let me go
Dots, lines, symmetrical, everything dependent on 9, what? why? never know
Read between them, i really seen the ego just from breathing deeply
Eating on a piece of eden i aint got no need for seekin pleasure imma fiend for peace im never gna need a preacher
Death is beautiful, ill be the pieces
Words are beautiful so deep the meaning
Who am i, i dont know, im jus here, then i go, then im home
Let me go
Steppin on the stepping stone let me know everything i ever have to ever know
But ill never know

Infinite Death

Self aware or just aware of thyself
I am, i aint, defending myself
You done severed the connections to the everything realm
N you wont get that unless you fell (trip)
Get up off the shelf do it for yourself becah ur doimg for yourself not the world
Man is dog and dog is still dog still
Had to ponder how the filth got thrills
Pack of knowledge with a pill for the chills
Bag of wotsits with a drink for the spills
Think for yourself but dont think for yourself only
Tell me how you spell lonely, you take the L only
Fuck im so alone its so wholesome
Soul seekin other souls solely
I am conscious i am no body
I want nobody jus my own knowledge
So solace by my own stoppings
No knowing no wantin
So philosophical, still never role model
Know the way i copes toxic, my blood dissolves toxins
What is so wrong with, escapism, or is it spiritual, sageism
Literal caged chicken
Typical hate giver
Cynical pain center
Visuals of shapes shiftin
Infinite gained wisdom
Pinnacle of ascention in an instant but its gained never
Temporary states of a long term change method

(poem i wrote on a "bad" trip)
Seeking other souls
Are you self aware or just aware of yourself
The truly self aware are few
It is lonesome
Why do i carry the weight of this body
The masses have embraced the body and lost the soul
I seek the souls who are seeking
Man is as dog is. 
Man worships man under the name of the gods. Does that make you a prophet or just profit?

Cartoon Character aka Mr Tin Foil Hat Man