I don't need a 303 to be the epitome of acidic validity royalty and chemistry, I don't need a beat because lyrically I'm at a level unseen by any with a human spirit b,
I don't need a tab to see what you would see if windowpanes were graced to thee,
I'm staked to raise a nation,
g is nothing to my inebriating vibrations wait and fear the fate of your sanity in the gaping maws of ecstasy,

Serotonin drop when my songs come off,
You need another hit of post pop acid sure shock,
Shell shocked she'll stop self talk and kill rock,
That's your planet motherfucker this a real god,
Nothing sacred to a black hole break physics spaghettificate your ass whole,
That's with a w no small steps mad bold, 300 mil to a philosopher's stone,

Full acid Alchemist,
new black God of the humonculous,
Like Phuture fuck up some commas you wanna war,
I'll eat ya soul live off ya what,

Every form of bass music led up to this song,
usurp a rightful heir and hit they mom this raw,
4 tabs spread on the lips of this chick,
jaw pitched at the clit ima lick till I'm rappin again,
I don't need a 303 to get the acid in them,
I don't need a speaker just a pad and a pen,
I don't even need a handle of the triple distilled,
Even if I stood silent the shit would be ill,
Full acid you overdosed I'm in foe the kill, No tasc from the dui I'm keeping it real,
Bipolar, when I can feel,
When I can't don't trust me to tell you what's real, Nothing, well physically,
Try dmt and you'll see I don't even need an mp3 or a spotify to get to you,
I'm way past human but I'll play a game or two,

Full acid Alchemist,
new black God of the humonculous,
Like Phuture fuck up some commas you wanna war,
I'll eat ya soul live off ya what,