Superstring Theory

Transition smooth Oooh that after taste Right after you I'm after baked Whatever that is Maybe toasted Roller coaster of emotion Overdose on the explosion Of your sanity (You better) Humble thine self mere mortal Then journey thru the portal Weed bags go for 50 round here Clearly I ain't sellin ' But pussies still be tellin' The Kush began to smelter The flame grew brighter I found my lighter And I got higher Marijuan' messiah Marry none, I ain't the type ta Carry on, with the illusion that I like her I thought her body to existence Clearly godly but still mobbin' with my henchmen Hitlist got a buncha dead wenches The remains of the gods on my friendslist My presence in the present is avoiding comin second Like I'm fighting time Struck two planets cross each other made the lightening I'm Optimal Grind for the consequence Overflow confidence Bitch I think I'm Optimus Prime Armed like a octopus, die Pussy We the type to crash a funeral Stayed trill in the face of Anubis ho I know thought behind the pyramids So I ain't caught up in appearances Spendin autumn with a splendid bitch But I ain't fallin call it slip resist I Twist spliffs like a head wrap Cerebral flow, that's head rap Im tryna see where her head at But her time ain't right like jetleg Still a product of the heavenly DMT, that's my medicine Fuck a god who won't let us in Fuck a god cuz nigga I am him High on Zion when I'm eyein' him Then turn the mirror on society