I AM a Vesica Piscis, your pal lucky symmetry. I'm a cloud of probability until you look at me. I am trinity, like divinity. I am every single elf you see on DMT. (I AM) the glow everything has on acid. I'm your hit to keep it lit before you pass it. I'm the overdose and the climb when you surpass it, I am the best worst thing that could've happened. I'm disastrous. (I AM) fluid time, every cause and effect. (I AM) truth behind every creed, east to west. (I AM) the Conjoint Actors Spiritual Expression I’m on point with acronyms, but that's another lesson. I'm a complex, microtonal sus4 chord. (I AM) Putting words in a herd, it's all i'm good for. Fuckin up rhyme schemes Reconsider what time means, Open a can of mind beans, like "Hey, Where’d you find these?" My mind’s making me lose it. So i found god and i seduced him, pillow talk with no clothes, told me all he knows, and i was slow with what he showed me but I got it. My code’s without a user. I found the goddess and confused her, between trading tones, rival notes, we bellowed fell into a drone and it got me. I am the all. Don’t matter what came first I am the all We’re one with the universe I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all That i’m a god and so are you. I am the all syllables in the father’s words I am the all We’re all tendrils of mother earth I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all I am a god and so are you (I AM) Squaring the circle let me circle the square i am the working third eye you thought was never there i’m a hurried high dumbfuck with highlighted hair with more furries lined up than the hyatt ohare and if you find me there, you could end me, I’m not family friendly, so block and unfriend me, parents in the back could you blacklist my tracks on a list of role models you can put me dead last. I am the ka that puts the "murr" in merkaba Up and downward moving vata, spinning out my chakra. Put in the mood for another sonata, I'm the double entendre of the phrase “higher conscious”. The illuminati didn't want me. said i was too rowdy, blew the lid too loudly. Now i do it proudly. The key points aren’t astounding the void in my heart creates the world around me. my mind’s making me loose it. so i found god and i seduced him pillow talk with no clothes, told me all he knows, and i was so slow with what he showed But I got it. my code’s without a user i found the goddess and seduced her then we dove the rabbit hole as far as it goes and i don’t know what i was shown i was told, I am the all. Don’t matter what came first I am the all We’re one with the universe I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all That i’m a god and so are you. I am the all syllables in the father’s words I am the all We’re all tendrils of mother earth I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all I am a god and so are you (I AM) Unknown troves of metaphysical BS feed into an overgrown messiah complex. Starseed, indigo, what do you expect? Heartbeat can’t ascend til that ego's dead. Sense of self that only gets you so far, on the fence of sub-par when compared to the stars, The hell lead to who you are, you got through it. Up to you to take your instrument and tune it but you’re human. We talk shit and we love it, start and stirring shit and pretendin we’re above it, but that nets nothing, when the clock’s set running, the best’s yet coming quit bluffing. 8d shapes in god’s perfect angles, numbers from the angels, timelines tangled, you’re deserved. Find harmony, serve it and if the choirs out of tune, wait your turn and swerve it. My mind’s making me loose it. so i found god and i seduced him. pillow talk with no clothes, told me all he knows, and i was slow with what he showed me But I got it. my code’s without a user i found the goddess and seduced her then we dove the rabbit hole as far as it goes and i don’t know what i was shown, but i'm god now. my thoughts make me deny it i found Thoth so i could fight him. between trading blows, rival notes we bellowed fell into a drone and it got me. I am the all. Don’t matter what came first I am the all We’re one with the universe I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all That i’m a god and so are you. I am the all syllables in the father’s words I am the all We’re all tendrils of mother earth I am the all Nobody knows how to argue I am the all I am a god and so are you

I got caught in analogies, I thought god’s been bad to me. Synchronic similes, willing me to awaken, daily. Forces I couldn’t see, couldn’t read, I’d only feed, but these days I take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck. Spinnin’ heads like the orbit of the planets. Nesting nests, drawing force like a magnet. Equivalence of mediocrity and sadness, quest for self you already had it. Let me descend into madness, at least it’s tantric, keeping on the down-low 'til i grasp it, know its facets, as above so below, its systematic. My priorities aren’t unlike a tree, All I see is up and light and sowing seeds finally all my leaves are green, my fruits are sweet, growing 20 feet tall, even. I’d handle life and recreation like identically, I’d take too many hits and sit and let it get to me. I’d wake up later in the day then when I need to. Spread so thin I’m see through. Waiting on a reboot. I got caught in analogies, I thought god’s been bad to me. Synchronic similes, willing me to awaken, daily. Forces I couldn’t see, couldn’t read, I’d only feed, but these days I take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck. And I break it down. (My, My, My Luck) Build it up now. We all got the same sun that screams too loud. (My, My, My Luck) Build it up now. We all got another eye that can see through sound, Blood in my veins like water through a river. Mother Earth’s paint n Sky Father’s hues dither. New view ports into more core forms, and the force in metaphor, its worth it to consider. Waves through the plane of space like it had a voice, shame gave way like a ton of bad poise employing a choice to avoid canned void. ballin’ in the future like i’m fucking androids. I'm feeling every climb and slip this brings, easy seeing hidden grids in things, not everything’s gotta mean something, but i’m thinking, blinking, singing, upswinging. I see experiences abstractly I feel my senses putting facts past me. More cleared for a year, then when I sought to, moving how i want to, proving now what god do. I got caught in analogies, I thought god’s been bad to me. Synchronic similes, willing me to awaken, daily. Forces I couldn’t see, couldn’t read, I’d only feed, but these days I take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck, i take my luck. And I break it down. (My, My, My Luck) Build it up now. We all got the same sun that screams too loud. (My, My, My Luck) Build it up now. We all got another eye that can see through sound.

(Chanting Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic) Welcome to the fellow un-ananointed, The No-shows, exploited, and disappointments No soul to bestow but your own, so say hello, come and join us, throw your voice in, enjoy it. Consider just where you are, beneath undressed stars, lemme braid ether at my leisure in the heart, I am but a bark of a creature with a mark, a leader in the dark, a meter with the cards, a dealer with the bars, a healer and a bard, I am on top of every unused quark with a fight like a shark bite, pickin out shards like. my servant made of sparks and mud, perfect wave gave me a great big hug words combine into my heart’s own drugs, traversing higher, finding hard parts fun. Hey, whatever keeps me honest, rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics, blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets, this honest tempting promise. Hypnotic like the goddess plotted, tuning optics a-la pocket prophets, viewed melodically, symbolically, still all on me to keep me honest. Whatever keeps me honest. I'm gonna keep me honest. Whatever keeps me honest. Back in game with creative feeling. Can’t see straight when Lucky 8’s MC’n. It’s a shame, this terrain, so tame, I’m reeling. No meat in the game I’m throwing MSG in. That gap, say and do, it can tell, Hands and vocals I use to cast spells on Myself I’m compelled to excel, I can tell, the groundswell is well on its way to propel me, but only if I vote to wholly devote to bank notes and thank flows that I go with. I got goals I vocalize, I’m owed it. God knows, what if I were to show it? My sights on a prize and i’m hyped out, Screaming affirmations with the lights out, Treble waves made between the eyebrows, I’ve been Jekyll too long and its high time Hyde’s out. Hey, whatever keeps me honest, rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics, blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets, this honest tempting promise. Hypnotic like the goddess plotted, tuning optics a-la pocket prophets, viewed melodically, symbolically, still all on me to keep me honest. See, I was fucking with the wrong kids, building tents in basements and taking bong hits, killing common sense when it came to being on it, now I lug a promise until I’m fucking all in. I’m linking these dog/god dichotomies singing beams into a temple audibly, bringing dreams from not to might probably, thinking commonly said thoughts unconciously and that resonance mentally implanted. Over and undertones both start dancing. Trade waves and you won’t leave empty handed You ain't even gotta understand it, for example Ic ġebe’d sprẹcan ġestȯriġ for ġẹras. hit mạn nȧn oþ þu vill mec erġġan. þu instefnan nd cėp mec ȧliġfan. þạt be vel mid ic, oþ ȧn behẏran. Hey, whatever keeps me honest, rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics, blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets, this honest tempting promise. Hypnotic like the goddess plotted, tuning optics a-la pocket prophets, viewed melodically, symbolically, still all on me to keep me honest. I’m gonna keep me honest, loosen conscious off of common topics moving eyes into forgotten sockets, mood’s a rocket not a god damn problem, and without a doubt it’s proving god to an astonished novice. Booming prophecy, methodically, evolving me to keep me honest. Whatever keeps me honest. I'm gonna keep me honest.

Used to scavenge like a wild animal chew through trash to get slightly full. Under roots i’d hide, or inside, if indulgent if you find me, try to put aside judgements. You’d like seeing me when you come home, Bright eyed greetings with another hello, Find my time might well be your own, That’s fine, I just need a home. And I’ll run out of my tricks you taught me, wrong done behind your back ’til you spot me, tail tucked between my legs when you’ve caught me, fraught, distraught, and falling, out of line with the pet you knew, when you found me like I let you do, and you, wound me tight, kept me stuck into counting blessings I get used to. I'll love you like a dog, just train me right. Enough done wrong, even tame me bites, but make me jump, and I'll say "how high?" then I'll find how to fly to impress you. I'll offer up my mind to you, be aligned to you, put my likes aside and lie for you, do whatever short of die for you. 'til you're satisfied, that's all justified for you. I can't read your mind, but I'll try for you. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll let you put me to good use. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll never get you, I don't expect to. I love to beg you, I live to beg you. I lick scars to remember wounds. My own heart can run on fumes. Darkened moods you've walked me into, up to me to restart sweet hearted views. I'm telling you what I can't stand. Revel in devotion to a master's hands. Letting moments that we "get it" make a dent. I am an animal who'd rather have a known greater-than. I'm but a beast, and this is my beast frame. And at least it meets my needs when tamed, this machine's got growing pains, and a glowing flame, flowing through a brain, so put a name on it, take my old one. No sense of shame 'bout it, guess I don't own one. You'll have to train all that in, come and change me, chain me to your aims until it strains me, Oh baby I'll love you like a dog, just train me right. Enough done wrong, even tame me bites, but make me jump, and I'll say "how high?" then I'll find how to fly to impress you. I'll offer up my mind to you, be aligned to you, put my likes aside and lie for you, do whatever short of die for you. 'til you're satisfied, that's all justified for you. I can't read your mind, but I'll try for you. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll let you put me to good use. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll let you put me to good use. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll love you like a dog would do. I'll let you put me to good use.

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it. Some know how to make it up, but i know how to make it. I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it, some know how to make it up but i just want to make it. I got a universe inside my head, i want it out. fought habits and mindsets, & petty doubts. gave up distractions, ain’t a gamer, i’m past it cause every little thing i do’s a micro-trans-action. I mingle but the crew’s got a tabs list, i predict every new news stories with mad-libs. yeah i’m bat shit, a bad fit, i’m deity ex machina, make up fake languages, slating me album up. Don’t give a fuck about your personality, anatomy, locality, tonality, formalities, you’re bad for me. I aim to maintain neutrality. If you got great thoughts, we can talk, but let em rot, watch me walk. People call me a jack of all trades, king of sound charades, and queen of loud gain, no shortage of the niche and the fringe, all that in spades, ignore the cringe, and remember this name like, Some had enough of keeping up with the machine. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it. Some know how to make it up, but i know how to make it. I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it, some know how to make it up but i just want to make it. i'm the kinds person who looks bad on the surface and works at it and worsens and turns sad, and you heard it at first i tried to curse it with words, hard to rehearse, if i nurse my mind with verses i can then pretend i'm perfect, so, I don’t pop pills, i don’t even smoke i don’t even drink, i don’t even know, i don’t even think, I’m in sober go mode when i’m nearing broke or i’m feeling stoked, which lately would be most days. in some ways i know i got addictions i’m fighting with it. it’s private business. this kinda clueless intersection, validation, and obsession, understanding rules and then being somebody’s exception. Hey Case, are you as empty as your name? You show up to a scene and you see it like a game, Underneath your faux-mesmeric ass ghost aesthetic, You're generic, pathetic, and so prone to snap like Some had enough of keeping up with the machine. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it. Some know how to make it up, but i know how to make it. I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it, some know how to make it up but i just want to make it. first of all i’m not too personable socializing feels surgical, i swear its nothing personal. beware the dog sign, im offline, no disturbing, and no knocks when i’m on the clock, i’m fucking working. I got dark circles like my eyes are doing rituals. it’s turning out that burning out is proving too habitual, it’s half past ten, a chance to get to bed, but who am i kidding man, i’m staying up til six again. And just because my circadian rhythm is so out of sync with the timezone i live in don’t think that i aint up at 3 AM spitting. all you’re puttin out’s nocturnal emissions. I make nuclear fission with rhymes and self loathing, but hey listen, that keeps me buying food and clothing. I wouldn’t dare to write burn-books. I just stare at a mirror and suffer the hard looks and say Some had enough of keeping up with the machine. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it. Some know how to make it up, but i know how to make it. I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor. Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does. Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it, some know how to make it up but i just want to make it.

I got a mouth full of risks. A Soul to inhale. Burns on my wrists, and regrets on my tail. Caught a glance, from the back, I might look like I’m a buck a pack. But I’m not here to fight, Or here to beg, I’m up for anything you like, but don’t let that go to your head. Call me bizarre, I’m the kind of thing you never thought you’d meet but here we are. Reared stands, reaching heights, moving lights, through the night, you and I, unify, like we do to pass the time. I got a mouth full of risks, A soul to inhale, Burns on my wrists, And regrets on my tail. (You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite. You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite.) I am a brand, new show, but i’ve learned old tricks, So fuck what you know, ‘cause you’ve never seen this. (You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite. You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite.) Right? We’re in a bind. We’re all maligned. So set your bad free if you’re so inclined. I ain’t afraid, to play the game, Wouldn’t that mean that it’s my turn to hide? You’re stuck at “try”, oh, what a shame. Fuck your subtlety my guy, I’m setting heads ablaze. I had a mind to run, I’ve been the kind to hide, And i’m not about the type that takes their sweet fucking time. They called me avant-garde. I came, I saw, I conquered while you fucks all called it hard. I feed into your curses like a misheard bible verse, I’m the worst kind of thirst, All yours tonight. I got a mouth full of risks, A soul to inhale, Burns on my wrists, And regrets on my tail. (You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite. You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite.) I am a brand, new show, but i’ve learned old tricks, So fuck what you know, ‘cause you’ve never seen this. (You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite. You’ve heard my bark, wait ‘til you feel my bite.)

I’m done bending over backwards to feel safety. Now I wake up with a charged heart, daily. With light of this paradise that lined up so nicely, liking this life that had been trying to find me. There’s mights, at least I’ve got the health benefits, and height to lift me out of the hell that I fell in, I’m keeping godly with methodologies, all of these upping my autonomy, it’s evident. Everybody these days has sights for paid talents, I’m excited to have a comma on my bank balance. Earth throwing us dirt to stomp it down. I’m stomping till there’s a quarter million in three accounts. Or any amount, no holds barred at that, to let me surmount the task to put those stars back. make my dream life a hard fact, hands are stacked, booked and bookin' as a large act. Nothing I can’t wring out of the fray, these days as long I have wings and breeze and a sunny lit path in my way, however bumpy, leading undertakings to the land of milk and honey, but I’ll need money, I’ll need fame, I’ll need a way to get out my name, and oh god, no, I won’t stop til you meet me halfway, at least, so please, call it selfish or some say greed but all your makeshift philosophies give beasts like me means to plead, that my higher self has greater needs. That I can feed. I can be. The luckiest symmetry, My needs I can feed, I can be. One with whatever till it’s at my feet. I keep this runnin' cause it’s serving me as therapy, but I ain't gonna kid myself that this alone’s repairing me. Off the wall beliefs, making logical leaps, the here and now lost in numerical breeze. Used to get up and breathe, with ease, feel my body relieved, no biological needs bothering me and I had focus. It might only be how I eat, but recently it seems I've Awoken. I had broken through the walls I put up before, at this chosen moment potent good luck approaches more, in a rolling motion woven in golden proportions all the hoping jokes, emotions are producing a force. Immovable objects get rocking till I roll em sooner than thought the monster’s the controlled one, haven’t fought since communin on the blue moon, out of this cocoon and in tune to show it. Nothing I can’t wring out of the fray, these days as long I have wings and breeze and a sunny lit path in my way, however bumpy, leading undertakings to the land of milk and honey, but I’ll need money, I’ll need fame, I’ll need a way to get out my name, and oh god, no I won’t stop til you meet me halfway, at least, so please, call it selfish or some say greed but all your makeshift philosophies give beasts like me means to plead, that my higher self has greater needs. (I've got no needs) That I can feed. (That I won't feed) I can be. (Let alone exceed) The luckiest symmetry My needs (I've got no needs) I can feed, (That I won't feed) I can be. (My soul agrees) One with whatever till it’s at my feet. My higher self has greater needs.