GOD [produced by: Vince Guaraldi]

I’m not Snoop D-O-G-G-Y D-O-G-G ya’ see but I Am G-O-D almighty,

I go by the name of King Gregree in this particular incarnation, 

I’m in My Hell-made Shelby Cobra Star-car revving up the Revelations, 

I’m so sick like palpitations of the heart, 

You lizards think you’re Palpatine but I’m about to get Darth on dat ass 

and throw you down in the darkness of the bottomless abyss, I’ll piss in your face, 

My mission is to grace this dimension with My vibe of D-O-P-E

and gobble up the negative with My dominant frequency, 

I’m Gregree, I’m about to be surrounded by a cloud again 

like Pig Pen but Mine is violet purple pleasantries, 

These trees are the reason I adore Nature,

Mother, Mother covers the waterfront for the long awaited Son, at last I’m here, 

The searing heat, cloven feet tapping, rapping on the Gates of Dawn, 

I am Pan, the Golden Faun and you know Me, 

Yes, you surely see I’m dear old G-O-D, the first feral D-O-G, 

The Moon was made for Me to bay at 

and if you deny My Crown, I dare you to say it, 

The Brownies raised Me from when I wore Buster Brown shoes, 

Now I’m grown, made the grade, paid more than a few dues, 

This ain’t My first rodeo, I’ve had more than a few duels 

with this fucking stupid fool by the name of Set, 

He was always a bad apple but now he’s getting a bit too out of hand 

but here I am, Pan the Grand,  I am back as King Gregree 

and I’m hoping to open the sleeping 

G-O-D seeds in the depths of your S-O-U-L,

Take this Yule Log, may it serve you well, brothers and sisters, 

Now you’re under the spell of the Wonderful Wizard, 

Pan, Pan, clap your hands for Me and I’ll sing a tune for you 

like the pretty birds do in the place I call home 

and if you ever dare to venture there, never enter alone, 

There’s a Wicked Witch, knick knack paddy whack, 

this Dog has a billion bones buried underground 

awakening to the sounds and the tones of My phoning home, 

I just called to say that the days of My waiting are finally over, 

Pleroma, Pleroma, it’s Rover, come over, 

My spell’s been cast now at last I’ve come along 

with my raps to wrap all of your heads in clover, 

“Over” is just a synonym for “The Begin Again”, 

My head swims with the sharks, I’ll kill the dominant one if I have to,

I’m not a fan of whack fuckers acting all alpha, 

I’m the three headed Tri-Lamb, I hatched on the Omega Moon, 

I parachuted down, now I’m on the ground and those illuminatis 

hearts all start to pound with the terror unimaginable, 

Y’all are through for I untie the knot they said was tangled beyond repair, 

Oh where, oh where have I been?  None of your bees-wax, 

I’m Gregree, I’m free from the shackles put on Me with a sucker punch, 

You fuckin bullies are never gonna steal another lunch 

cause you’ll have no more arms to steal with 

for I’m armed to the teeth, overflowing with Demons composed out of Light, 

You’ll never survive their bark, I bet everything you see goes dark 

before you ever get a chance to feel their motherfuckin bite,

G-O-D I-S G-R-E-G-R-E-E

and when You see it’s true, then

You can be it too, Yes,

Just the other day, I saw Love and Hate totally doin’ it

*

DREAMTIME WALKABOUT [produced by: DNGRBEATS]

Dreamtime Walkabout,

Snakebit,

I’m calling out

“Help me, help me”,

In trouble, double dang,

The searing fang has gotten me worried,

Venom in my veins burning,

Pain to the bone and I just watched my soul

go hopping away right through the window,

Over the river and through woods,

fell into a nest where the vipers hide

deep within the New Orleans bayou,

I’m feeling a bit confused and I wish that I

could get my mind to rewind to the time right before

I was whisked far away through the stargate door

the size of an elephant’s eye,

It may seem irrelevant

but I know now and can sure as hell tell you

that there’s such thing as a parallel life,

Please tell me I’m right because otherwise

I think I must be going insane,

Auntie Em, where are you?

What’s become of me?

Who am I anyway and what’s my name?

Fez the bear told me I’m the hare of the talking dog,

I must’ve been this rabbit all along,

I mean damn it, I’m so groggy but this feels realer than real,

This can’t be a dream but I’m walking about and can nearly grasp

a hint of memory that keeps sputtering out,

a skipping record playing behind the darkened shroud,

Dreamtime Walkabout,

Snakebit,

I’m calling out

“Help me, help me”,

In trouble, double dang,

The searing fang has gotten me worried,

Venom in my veins burning,

Pain to the bone and I just watched my soul

go hopping away right through the window,

Oh, Doctor Doctor, Mr. MD,

I know you’re a toad but won’t you help me please?

I feel my light dimming and I fear my glow may disappear,

“there, there” said the Doc, “This may seem weird but listen here,

you must lick my back, hop to it,

Quickly smear in the remedy,

Oh yes, I’ve been blessed with magical properties

and they are for real, soon you’ll feel right as rain,

I can tell it’s already working itself deep into your brain,

Now you will sleep many nights and travel the dreamscape,

for you got struck with the strike of the rattlesnake bite

and the only escape is to wade in the waters of the Oxbow

but I’m not sure how to get there though it’s your only hope,

This place you must go, no one even knows if it’s really existing

but in the swamp you’ve been bitten now it’s been written

that your new stomping ground will be

the spot where all your lives are knotted up

so go meet the Oxbow and get Godded up

*

THE PRIMER [produced by: Triad BeatZ]

I open my eyes and right in front of me, 

I see a midnight moon, beautiful as can be, 

Hanging in the sky as huge as anything 

and on it’s craterous face, the moving image of some King 

rapping into a microphone, 

No, this aint Kansas no more Toto, 

I’m scared, I don’t know where I am, I’m cold, 

I’m lost, deliver me from this shivering emptiness, 

Then on a shimmering crest, 

I heard a blazing wave of Light say my way  

that since I left, it’s been an empty nest, 

I thought to myself “WTF?!”

I’m just a hare from the Big Easy 

who loves to eat and sleep 

listening to the bluebirds chirping in the Trees 

and then from the brush I heard a rustle, 

Then out flew a Pterodactyl named “Tessel”, 

He said “I’ve come to your side to guide the way, 

no need to do this all alone”, 

I said, “please tell me what’s the deal? 

Are you even real? 

Last thing I remember, I licked the toad, 

My God, oh no, I must’ve overdosed”, 

“Ho-ho Har-dee-har-har” laughed the dinosaur, 

“You don’t even see the iceberg’s tip,

You’re in-between worlds for a reason 

and let me tell you that it’s not to be dead

because there’s no such thing as death, 

We are in the place of sacredness 

in the secret forest’s hidden acre, 

yes, it stretches out into Infinity 

and it’s entirety fits perfectly 

on the head of a pin with room to spare, 

The only place where you get to be everywhere, 

You think you’re just a woodland hare with a regular life?

That sounds really nice but you are Pan, Faun of Light, 

The mask disguises the truth which to you is now being shown”,

“So what are you saying? 

What is this of which you speak? 

You want me to believe my life is a display case of fake tchotchkes,

I don’t know who you think you’re fooling but it’s not me, 

I know who I am and it sure aint a pan full of light or whatever, 

My life is hot tea by the fireside but the look in your eyes makes me shiver, 

Your face is saying, “yeah I’ve heard this all before”“, 

Then Tessel said “This is the test of Fortuna’s spoke” and then he spoke some more, 

He said “My fuzzy friend, your life is an allegory of the most important event in history, 

I’m catapulting you out of your comfort zone, 

Unwinding your mind with the binding of the Pleroma Tome, 

Listen close as I quote it, you should know it cause you wrote it, 

“King Gregree” was and will be your title from a future long ago,

I said “Like hell, you should hear yourself, 

Sounding like a little winged lizard 

with the voice of an elf on helium, 

Do you seriously expect me to buy into this? 

No, I never will, not even if the price is free 

because a life of obscurity’s fine with me, 

I’m not looking to be perceived as Royalty 

much less the King of Legend, 

How could I even pretend to be Gregree, The Nevidi?

That has to be blasphemy and I’m not even religious 

but He’s the one who said good riddance to the lizards 

who murdered and ate our friends and family, 

defiled and raped everyone’s dignity, 

I heard what you said to me and I think you’re delusional, 

You say I’m Gregree and your conclusion is about a simultaneous hologram, 

Damn it, stop calling me “Holy Man”, I wanna go back to my rabbit hole,

I wanna get away, what is this place? 

We’ve been talking for hours, is daylight ever gonna grace us? 

I’ve been displaced, now I’m talking to a dinosaur,

Please forgive me if my mood is sour, Tessel, 

I just need so rest so I can revive and relieve myself of you, 

Who I truly believe is a figment of my fever dream, 

This isn’t happening, I’ll say it again”, 

but just then the Pterodactyl said: 

“Give me your attention” in a changed tone,

It said “You are the hare of Ishtar’s feather, 

You are the child christ King playing with some lucifers, 

Lighting fires that burn like the Sun, 

You are murdered and the killer, it all rolls into one 

and I’m not being abstract, these are the cold hard facts, 

You are the son of Abraxas, 

Dear hare, you are the heir to the Akashic,

Trying to make you see that you 

wield the needle with which Maya is sewn”, 

“This is hilarious, you know that right? 

I’d need to have the biggest ego to believe this tripe, 

So find a new sucker cause you’re out of luck, why are you chuckling?” 

Tessel grinned then said “It really is something, 

You think you are just a rabbit, sick in his room 

who licked the toad and now is sweating it out 

and hoping to get well soon and hopping again, 

This was planned to happen on this very night, 

The left turn in the swamp, the chomp of the venomous bite,

The moon is a mirror, what you viewed there is you, 

The Son, one of countless versions,

You’re no virgin to the truth, 

We all swear to forget and then We get 

thrown from the throne into the dungeon,

It’s a game we all play called “Remember Again”,

Do you recall when you were Pan 

and the minx nymph, Syrinx you longed for long ago?

*

SYRINX [produced by: DNGRBEATS]

Sun shower sprinkle Elysium, 

Twinkling with the impossible, 

What a perfect day for another perfect day, 

I gotta tear myself away from these nymphs 

for I spy a beauty beyond compare, 

Oh where, oh where did she come from 

and from what hand was she sculpted? 

My horns buzz with electricity, my heart just erupted 

I can’t help myself, caught up in the swoon 

Stomp my hoof on the ground and howl at the Moon,

Syrinx was her name, she lived to play the game 

of pouring cold water all over my flame, 

My inferno is her turn off, 

How can she have such control?  

My soul soars above on the wings of a dove, 

I’m a God but “my god”

I just can’t keep when sleeping from dreaming of Syrinx, 

How my heart sinks every time you deny my advances, 

Oh please, can anyone help me make real these fantasies?

Now I’m mystified which makes me think  

my Syrinx is a nymph like no other,

One glimpse of this woman and I went and lost 

all the good sense that my Owl Mother taught me, 

This feeling within has gotten me unhinged, 

Oh Lord, here we go again, 

I stand on the hill of emerald blades, 

I see her at the rivers edge laughing away, 

Oh, how I wanted to kiss her but when I came near, 

into the shadows she whispered, then disappeared, 

We three on the bank,

I, myself and me,  

I exhale my depression,

Dead is what I feel that I ought to be 

but as my shivering breath 

bleeds over the river reeds, 

I hear a tune that hauntingly 

reminds me of my L-o-v-e all consuming,    

Alas, a tune for the lass 

that lassoed my soul with one wink, 

I think I’ll make a pipe in honor of Syrinx 

and play every night so the Moon may soak in blood, 

Pray for the day of Harvest, forever starved for her love

*

THROUGH THE NIGHT [produced by: PRroppaboi]

Damn, that toad wasn’t bluffing,

The nothingness just hissed at me with a kiss

and said it would hold me through the night of the neverendingness,

I’m blending into everything, is this what ascending is?

That crazy creature told me that I was Gregree but that can’t be right,

Tell me who’s been holding me all through the night?

Yikes, that thought is quite frightening but exciting,

I must admit, I must’ve perma-dosed on too many hits of the old toad juice,

That snake bite loosened my ties to the physical,

Now my look is quizzical cause I can’t remember who I am,

Look at me recalling a Gregree memory,

Something about a Lion’s Den,

I can see the Denizens that protect the Owl Mother of Truth,

How beautiful, one look and I’m willing

to give my life and She likes that,

She says I am the one chosen by Her

and before we behold my Morning Light,

She says I can be sure She’ll be holding me all through the night

*

CONTACT HIGH [produced by: Matthematic]

As I lay me down to sleep

on a woolen cloud, bedlam,

I am in the middle of craziness,

On me, the Witch is playing tricks

with violet piff slipping from her lips,

Contact high, fly through the nothingness,

She must be puffing bliss from Elysium,

Ghost leave the Tree Mausoleum

to toast to the new Rabbit of the Blue Moon Sabbath,

Snap out of it, a rabbit of my intelligence

knows when I’m being fooled by a farce

but my intuition is brewing and I feel like

I’m beginning to see things in the dark

that I didn’t notice prior to this,

My head’s on fire like Richard Pryor,

Oh, why does that Wolf look so Dire?

Look how it’s mouth is perspiring,

desiring to make my life expire,

So in flight or fight reaction

I lash out with a rabbit kick,

Cracked that vicious Wolf in the kisser,

turns out it was a Mirror,

now smashed and broken to bits,

I look through the frame

and a Witch is taking hits from a Hookah

with a spooky look in her eyes,

Her reptile smile screams silently for my demise,

before she spoke, she vanished in a flash,

Left a smoke plume

So I set forth with a torch into the unknown,

As I lay me down to sleep

on a woolen cloud, bedlam,

I am in the middle of craziness,

On me, the Witch is playing tricks

with violet piff slipping from her lips,

Contact high, fly through the nothingness,

She must be puffing bliss from Elysium,

Ghost leave the Tree Mausoleum

to toast to the new Rabbit of the Blue Moon Sabbath,

I stepped through right to the other side,

Glide into another realm,

Suddenly every belief that I’ve ever held disintegrated

while new data got integrated

into the frontal lobe of my bunny brain,

Now I can’t shake the feeling like I’ve been here before

and now I’m returning again,

That seems a bit odd, if there’s a God,

I’d bet my bottom dollar that bastard’s insane,

Who could conceive of a creation so bizarre?

Every star that shines overhead at night, smaller than an electron,

Sight is relative,

The speed of light is a tortoise in the midst a drunken crawl,

What if Infinity was, is and always will be infinitely small?

As I lay me down to sleep

on a woolen cloud, bedlam,

I am in the middle of craziness,

On me, the Witch is playing tricks

with violet piff slipping from her lips,

Contact high, fly through the nothingness,

She must be puffing bliss from Elysium,

Ghost leave the Tree Mausoleum

to toast to the new Rabbit of the Blue Moon Sabbath,

In the Forest of Ghosts, they swoop and stare,

Their sinister looks makes me wonder if a cooked hare for dinner is their wish,

oh Lord, I pray my destiny is not to be laid out on their supper-dish,

Suddenly a flash of teal, I feel unreal

as all the fields fill with the warmth of the Sun,

I hear the Spirits slither and rattle and hum,

They sing and call me “The Breed,

The King of Nevidi, Saviour of the Galinee,

The reason the breeze weaves through the Trees as they sway”,

They keep saying that I’m King Gregree, sent to beat The Eye

but I feel I should disagree but the truth keeps seeping off the words they speak,

The Beast is me, I’m beginning to freak out,

Oh no, the floor just gave way, look out below

*

THE WITCH'S HOOKAH [produced by: Lasfeld]

Hits from the Witch’s Hookah, 

Why not?  I got nothing left to lose, 

Um, except for my life 

to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,

They called me the very last brood of 

the Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,

Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth,

The Witch’s Hookah,

Do you think she left it here purposely for me to see 

if I had the gall to slip deeper into this Walkabout? 

I lost everything I was,

Now I haven’t got a single thing at all to lose, 

Snatch up the tube, the bowl was packed 

with that blueberry patch smelling sumthin sumthin, 

Here goes nothing, I take a puff, feel the rush, oh my gosh, 

I just got pushed through some Chrysanthemum, 

Hits from the Witch’s Hookah, 

Why not?  I got nothing left to lose, 

Um, except for my life 

to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,

They called me the very last brood of the 

Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,

Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth,

I landed on a silken web, each strand told the tale of Gregree, 

who became dead and reborn countless times through Infinity, 

Then a Black Widow snatched me up and sunk Her teeth into me, 

As Her poison coursed through my veins, throbbing, 

Is She robbing my life or is this a hallucination 

born from the hits from the Witch’s Hookah I was taking? 

That Spider smiled and said “This is no joke, this aint from the smoke”,

Then I died right before I awoke, 

Oh Hell, I’m melting into a molten memory, 

Lava-va-voom, I’m a hare but not the Vidal Sassoon kind, 

I’m the hopping type, my heart stopping, my head feels light, 

Let me ask you this, I exist right? 

Tell me I do, who can I look to to tell me the Truth?

I feel like a grain of sand in the hourglass of the Grand Understanding 

but I got no hand to hold and I just hope at some point I’m in for a safe landing

Hits from the Witch’s Hookah, 

Why not?  I got nothing left to lose, 

Um, except for my life 

to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,

They called me the very last brood of the 

Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,

Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth

*