[Verse I]
Face the blind cupid's arrow, staggering through the barrel/
Rolling down the boulevard, crash knuckle,
fisticuffs shatter bone shards of bloodied knuckles/
Search for the twelve jewels, or at least the master emerald,
master plan scheming on dreams, bind ambition by the seams/
Let the one winged angel sing the chorus with Taurus,
madator flocka yoga flame Tauros,
consult constellations in the night time/ Sipping on some moonshine,
astro glide through the cosmos of the mind, field of bombs/
[this is the eye] of the storm, InAniMate be the forefront,
fortress gorgeous built on the corpses of opponents,
four horsemen be the apocolypse - now/
Four sips from being an alcoholic, cigarette glowing with the morning sun,
mind shattering moons as we move through the universe/
Writing and rhyming, climbing the mountain of zion
empty my mental on the notepad, switch gears until I'm clad/
In my sword and shield, parry and pierce crews
Pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard...

[Chorus]
So yeah you, and you in the back, you can come too
As we search through my memories
Breaking clear from my fallacies
Battling he, the ying and the yang in the mirror
Cleaning the attic, within my mind,
until my vision is clearer

[Verse II]
Quiet hustle, moving the world with my word's muscle,
Aristole divine, the poetics of the mind/
Comedy, the link between infernos and me,
Poetry so smooth and sultry like the voice of Esperanza Spalding/
I, gotta be, moon walking with the stars - gazing,
with the third eye, on the climb to zion/
Vagabond's living the life of a bohemian,
in the rhapsody, capture the, in the melody of - forever/
So tell me what you're looking for, words found between:
Jazz, Blues, syncopated swords we blend/
Or Confucianism wisdom until our mentals ascend,
I be that cat, deciphering the plans of mice and me/
Because I'm steady scribing novels with the pad and the pen,
Insight for the masses so their minds. Can get. Cleansed/

[Chorus]
So yeah you, and you in the back, you can come too
As we search through my memories
Breaking clear from my fallacies
Battling he, the ying and the yang in the mirror
Cleaning the attic, within my mind,
until my vision is clearer

[Bridge]
Stigmata of a linguaphile. So. Who. Wants. To Scrabble again?
Stigmata of a linguaphile. So. Who. Wants. To Scrabble again?/

[Verse III]
Some semblance of Guru,
Collecting wisdom, speak the truth right through you /
Formless, like water, I flow text, a martyr /
Like / the burning monk, glow jewels of thought /
You're on the path to clash theories with my rhetoric /
I'm on the path to enlightenment, I'm Buddha sent /
Ascend to send energy, passing my inner chi /
To glow like a beacon through your, sea of thought /
I trout through the valley of the shadow of death /
Align with the universe to hear my depth /
That universal magnetic, we prophetic /
A Dragon Sennin training with the, Turtle Hermit /
Lyrics with the sutra, mantra shaking all the cosmos /
Penetrating chakras, with a Gentle Palm /
Buddhist Palm, Baoding sounds, in my Alchemy /
Forever shine, till the whole world hears rhymes /