Its 3 in the A.M I'm the prophet of mayhem Show & Prove like a mighty oak tree tops of me but you aint high like him My lighthouse beacon of dope shit W/ the ambiance glow sticks Frozen in time ticks the time bomb ambominal seanće lifts This 6th sense incense smoke rolling while your decomposing & co~piloting silencing coincidence 0 gravity be having me Intertwined indigenous sinister Minister cause the coldrin to have quite a stir In your mainframe dreams about slowing down down the blur Just to maintain the timless art sync Suduced by the sounds out my brain Overflow the half empty 10,000 leagues under the depths of me Locking down the game Its the same ole same ole combustable radio dial changed the intensity the colors of the flame Say it aint so say my name Mastering the universe not having it ratchet all out reversal contiplating keeping it content But settling on contraversal Encoded in a saw'd off shot gun As long as your breathing its season for reloading...