I’m the Wild Card of hip hop,
I’m hard to describe and I give not two shits
or even one cause I aint even begun,
when I get on the mic, the whole world stops,
you could hear a motherfuckin pin drop
and silence is contagious in moments just like these,
the mist reveals a bridge over the rift,
invisible all along,
now please tell me how long has this been going on?
Let’s sit for a spell on this toadstool,
even though the road is rocks, it sure feels good to me,
I rule my kingdom with a loving heart,
my existence is a work of art,
so you bet when I get on the mic and spit so motherfuckin hot,
I treat the stage like a telegram from someone that I can’t stand, I rip it up,
so puff it up Gnome-boy just like that
and save me a stash of that muscaria cap,
so to all my Supernatural familia,
from Isis to Ophelia, all the beasts of Elysium,
I know you miss your precious Rainman,
In my pan, catch your tears,
on the wind, hear you whisper in my ear:
“We wish you were here”
I was needed so they had to let me go,
I am Pan but I’m not a fan of having to leave my home,
actually, it was my decision,
something I have to do,
you wish I was there, I do too,
I know you’re with me though I can’t see you
Bask in my rays and raise your vibration,
tell a California Raisin,
you heard I puff that herb,
that purple grapevine,
I’m never through with it, I have a never-ending supply
like the story-lines in the book with Atreyu and Bastian,
am I saying this to fast?
I bet you could keep up if you kicked your ego in the teeth
and tell it to “shut up”,
get hooked up to the ultimate Ocean of electric tsunamis,
danger, high voltage currents,
Anger is not as deadly as Love
but both splatter and bathe and roll in the blood,
tee-hee, oh, what fun,
everything under the sun is permitted,
I get it,
what I do is what I wilt,
that’s why I grow and you wilt,
I glow to the fullest while you shine through the dullest filter
so your whole game is off kilter,
I rhyme so well, I’m welding and building a new forever
that you can all share together
I was needed so they had to let me go,
I am Pan but I’m not a fan of having to leave my home,
actually, it was my decision,
something I have to do,
you wish I was there, I do too,
I know you’re with me though I can’t see you,
they wanna make this place a hell,
what a sin,
somebody tell me why I’m saving them again,
oh yeah, they’re innocent
and I’m here to represent the Light,
right, right,
let’s get this over with,
I’m bored and I wanna go home
to my Ocean of motionless bliss
These are Sirius lyrics,
seriously ridiculous,
it’s not entirely clear how they came into existence at all,
in the recessed depths down the hall of your mind, a thought forms,
could there be a place where King Gregree is the norm?
Let me help you with that query,
there is none, nowhere, no thing nearly as marvelous as the King,
I am the Phoenix Wing
bringing the stop watch back to reset
and set things straight with Set,
that fucker has been playing humanity like a clarinet,
you were a big sloppy fish in a small pond,
your jalopy aint shit,
I got my Corvette Chariot
and your attempted getaway was quite entertaining
like a foiled cartoon villain
running in place in a pool of oil that was spilling,
that run of the mill style don’t stand a fuckin chance,
so why stand in defiance of the Damn Flyest?
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