On a quest to get open and free

Indeed, on a quest to get open and free

I do as I please as it pleases me

Sneezed on the knee of an MC most egregiously

Never begged they pardon calling my behavior modern

I circumambulate with the psycho-active animate

Basket case candidate for high stakes life, gambling

I′m ambling to the greater matter with my gray matter

Build gray matters, build better answers to destructive questions

Mother inventions, weathering God's pop quizzes

No matter what the odds, isn′t odd, isn't it

How this wall between us dislodge with one fidget

It's not a gimmick, but a superpower

I′ve seen whole crews devoured by a

Person who is now a tagline on a bodybag

Bagpipes cause you had to lollygag

Gully gully wall with the Buddy Holly walk in Islamabad

Or it felt like it

Yelling Hellfyre into microphones, came out swingin′

Vaseline on forehead, winner sorted

Fiddlesticks, write a riddle to grant your own wish

Toss the homie a beat like "hold this"

Art rap globalist, legion of hoodwinkers

Seasonal mood lingers, among broke bootleggers

Hoop jumper for pleasures

The many ventures of them pennypinchers

The skinny ledger leaker

Minute hedge fund freaker, done being a thinker

Hehe, 'til we meet again

At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin

At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin

It′s the other who others whoever

It's the other who others whoever

On the quest to get open and free

On the quest to get open and free

Ran through a lot of gasoline

Ran through a lot of gasoline

It′s the opposite of picking cotton

Rule number five

It's the opposite of picking cotton

On the quest to get open and free

We built better answers

It′s the others who other whoever

It's the others who other whoever

On the quest to get open and free

A quest to get open and free

Ponder this Einstein

How does music fold space and time?

Realign locations with emotional space and verse stations

Less diverse is Hawking's with the gate open

Two billion ghosts walking the base of oceans

I′m talking about the base of the crossing

The low end to the screen

More frequencies in between and some focus on the moon

But this base was born on an island of survivors and

Reverberations and depths of millions of square miles

Our blues born from the deepest blue

And black and green that got us through

Psychosomatic smokescreens to flip the world over

We ride trauma like moguls on slopes

Invoking old moguls in hopes royal lines will guide us

What if royalty despised us?

And there′s no chosen, no laws

Just Rakim on them mountaintops

Or Nazir at Harvards by Paul

We're riding waves in centuries before

Slave trades no surprise we glide on the micros

One off bars on technos

[?] we gonna ease into Cantonese

Same we did with Ingles, Francais, and Espanol

Meandering through Mandarin with a one that′s one million years old

This beat is gold

Ergo, milo knows the only gold is soul

That's what Columbus was really looking for

It′s the others who other whoever

It's the others who other whoever

On the quest to get open and free

The quest to get open and free