Nutshell

[Verse 1: ECHO] They be calling me a conscious rapper, knocking rappers unconscious Lyrically, I have no guilty conscience And I ain't about nonsense I'm around people that never doubted my progress Human C-P-U, process All this data, like I work in an office Flawless, except for a few scars You might call those flaws, not me Visible lessons, incredible essence I'm a physical miracle, an invisible legend That's why, I gotta blow up, get it? I need a bigger soapbox, cause my message is spreading I'm no reverend, I'm not here to preach But apparently, whenever I speak, I teach Freedom of speech, say what I wanna And I might be, influenced, by marijuana And my, mind's in a sauna Spitting hot thoughts but, I'm chillin, and I'm a Breakdown prana, life force Yo, you gotta Behold My Pale Horse I would never steer you off-course But of course, my words will coarse Through ya veins, pull on the reigns I'm not trying to go way over ya brains I'm just a hungry soul in this plane Of existence, trying to maintain and stay in my lane While I spit, hot refrains I ain't gotta Push, My Name Is My Name I paint pictures, words are my frames I'm a pixel, this a hologram Hot damn, as above, so below You call me Kelvin, I got a cold, flow Let's go blow for blow, prizefight I got my mind right, that's why I rhyme tight And my eyes are a night flight, redeye I smoke Yoda, I am a Jedi I'm a pirate, eye patch, dead-eye And let there be light, said I Yea, I'm high and I said I was God And I know that we call came from the same drop An explosion from just one dot Big Bang from a spot, to a lot I read Hawkings, while I sold pot I sold crops on corners in front of cops Not smart, but the plot, thickens I got nice with the writing, Dickens My heart quicken, when I'm on stage spittin And the whole room stays quiet, and just listens I don't mean to be shittin on competition But y'all are in my way, I am on mission And I'm part of a shift and, this is a transition Apocalypse is revelation, true definition I wish I was kidding, but I'm not And we've been lied to a whole fucking lot See there's a plot, to keep people stupid To make you think, that you're all just human But you're a bunch of cells, movin' The soul is the pilot, join the movement If you keep doin' what you've been doin' You'll be where you've been at, that's been proven And I'm not screwin' around with these nuts I'm crucifying religion, like Jesus And we fuss about this chair, or that chair Either way, we still sat in a chair That there's illusion of choice Makes you think you've got some kind of voice You're unheard when you make a lot of noise Until we slaughter the House, like Royce 5-9, it's my time to shine lights on 'em Illuminate politicians, flash brights on 'em My third eye stays real tight on 'em My pineal gland got inner sight on 'em On 'em, on 'em, on 'em