The universe distorts space and time/
so far ahead mind readers be bootlegin’ my rhymes/
and still find time for music revolution for minds/
and leave warped heads wrapped like BAATIN/
my friend, you left in/
T3.. 2.. 1 seconds to let you thoughts clear/
the image of TRINITY brings tears to the wicked/
the crowd feeds off energy dependin’ on the way that you kick it/
and whether you chose to reside in a clean suburb or a slum village/
I find pilgrimage in a mind state that’s far from divine grace/
its a thought pattern as dirty as DETROIT/
and still images are distort enough/
the weak just fainted/
through the times of new where emcees rhymes are TAINTED/
you watched through the glass by hells eye/
your life's soundtrack blessed by ELZHIE/
so whatchu worried ‘bout?/
it’s really okayplayer/
human beatboxin like Buffy but Im a dope rhyme slayer/
‘cause in the city of a SLUM VILLAGE I’d lay it down as the Mayor/