What started off as fun became a full blown obsession
Became a lesson in humility with skills in recession
I'm guessing there's a learning curve Copernicus turning words
It's more like Vana White life lands a right I'm returning serve
He's Arthur Ashe with an artsy splash
Partially masked bombast of a drama class
Part of me asks if Alaska's a common graft
The comments of a con man but come on man it's complex math
I'm talking good will hunting
A blue collar genius over dreamish production
I feel I have an ear for it really you need to care for it
And feel the way it steers and from there you know if its a tailored fit
I like my lines sharp
Clean and crisp and reminiscent of fine art
With every listen find a hidden rewind part
That's scripted from the start because its written in sky charts
I'm rinsing off the wisdom of the ancients
A twist of modern science some defiant I ain't playing shit
Color palette paint kit mixed in my platelets
I bleed in technicolor raps that tap into greatness
I used to get caught up in perception
Like what who might have thought a sort of infection
So I went on a walk about. Sit alone and talk it out
Distance breeds perspective now the records have been all deloused
I've picked out all the lice
I hope that will suffice
Cause it's literally just a literary device
I figure if it's figurative my middle finger figures as
A metaphor extended to the sky it's like my ziggurat
Those ain't half steps baby
It's steeped in a tradition that was risen in the 80s
It's all praises and prayer beads prepared me from the days back
When introduced myself as braniac up on my 1st track
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
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What started off as fun became a full blown obsession
Became a lesson in humility with skills in recession
I'm guessing there's a learning curve Copernicus turning words
It's more like Vana White life lands a right I'm returning serve
He's Arthur Ashe with an artsy splash
Partially masked bombast of a drama class
Part of me asks if Alaska's a common graft
The comments of a con man but come on man it's complex math
I'm talking good will hunting
A blue collar genius over dreamish production
I feel I have an ear for it really you need to care for it
And feel the way it steers and from there you know if its a tailored fit
I like my lines sharp
Clean and crisp and reminiscent of fine art
With every listen find a hidden rewind part
That's scripted from the start because its written in sky charts
I'm rinsing off the wisdom of the ancients
A twist of modern science some defiant I ain't playing shit
Color palette paint kit mixed in my platelets
I bleed in technicolor raps that tap into greatness
I used to get caught up in perception
Like what who might have thought a sort of infection
So I went on a walk about. Sit alone and talk it out
Distance breeds perspective now the records have been all deloused
I've picked out all the lice
I hope that will suffice
Cause it's literally just a literary device
I figure if it's figurative my middle finger figures as
A metaphor extended to the sky it's like my ziggurat
Those ain't half steps baby
It's steeped in a tradition that was risen in the 80s
It's all praises and prayer beads prepared me from the days back
When introduced myself as braniac up on my 1st track
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Became a lesson in humility with skills in recession
I'm guessing there's a learning curve Copernicus turning words
It's more like Vana White life lands a right I'm returning serve
He's Arthur Ashe with an artsy splash
Partially masked bombast of a drama class
Part of me asks if Alaska's a common graft
The comments of a con man but come on man it's complex math
I'm talking good will hunting
A blue collar genius over dreamish production
I feel I have an ear for it really you need to care for it
And feel the way it steers and from there you know if its a tailored fit
I like my lines sharp
Clean and crisp and reminiscent of fine art
With every listen find a hidden rewind part
That's scripted from the start because its written in sky charts
I'm rinsing off the wisdom of the ancients
A twist of modern science some defiant I ain't playing shit
Color palette paint kit mixed in my platelets
I bleed in technicolor raps that tap into greatness
I used to get caught up in perception
Like what who might have thought a sort of infection
So I went on a walk about. Sit alone and talk it out
Distance breeds perspective now the records have been all deloused
I've picked out all the lice
I hope that will suffice
Cause it's literally just a literary device
I figure if it's figurative my middle finger figures as
A metaphor extended to the sky it's like my ziggurat
Those ain't half steps baby
It's steeped in a tradition that was risen in the 80s
It's all praises and prayer beads prepared me from the days back
When introduced myself as braniac up on my 1st track
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Alaska master of braniac superfly
Who am I
Im the substance that will make your third eye cry
Writer: Timothy Baker
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