Basics

Basics, you can’t fake this, becoming a god takes much patience
Fundamentals, oh they must be mastered
As above, so it is below, on earth there’s only one game, one way to go
Becoming a god, it’s everyone’s goal whether or not they know
Everywhere here, there’s the same elements man
The same basic vibrations from slow to fast
The futures present right around the past
Timing is different from slow to fast
The form is different from this to that
Different groups of elements forming material objects,
Grouped in different spaces, in different times,
And a god brings the energy, brings the rhyme
For we are the energy, manifesting in time, space, and matter
Can’t fake the basics, but patiently wait like the butter in the box
You master the basics survived the knocks, entered the game
Becoming a god, after you’ve mastered the
material basics, is not an
easy thing at all, makes me seasick

When I get to the point I’ll explain the rest
Basics, can’t fake this, becoming a god takes much patience
Fundamentals, oh they must be mastered
As above, so it is below, on earth there’s only one game, one way to go
Becoming a god, it’s everyone’s goal whether or not they know
Everywhere here, there’s the same elements man
The same basic vibrations from slow to fast
The futures present right around the past
Timing is different from slow to fast
The form is different from this to that
Different groups of elements forming material objects,
Grouped in different spaces, happening at different times,
And a god brings the energy
For we are the energy, manifesting in time, space, and matter
Can’t fake the basics, but when you got patience
You master the basics and you’ve entered the game
Becoming a god, after you’ve mastered the material basics, is not an easy thing at all.
When I get to that point I’ll explain the rest to myself, still realizing I know nothing, yet grasp onto something, invisible yet real, realer than any of the light particles around me that have already left their origin I too am a thing in motion like mac dre, off one or two, I am pink floyd’s machine, thank god they welcomed me into what we now call the game, who the fuck told you the brain in the skull is your only thinking membrane, in the body, your body, my body are cells enough to fit in the crevice of your finger, specialize and explore, the way of the natural world, emotions hidden behind
The layers of mind, I do what feels right, and a whole lot feels wrong, yet my expression,
A thought expressed, is monotone and my pencil, it feels rigid and stiff and if
I write much more than this, I may just pop a thizz like dre tv drives my brain waves crazy in the wrong ways, so does the colors and lines of myspace, but maybe its jus cuz of how I was raised up,
Yet through the colored curtain of senseful brilliance, when I write, that which raises my emotional feelings becomes super stimulated, and I wake up. The flow, it usually doesn’t even go through my mouth, and as we all know, us Earthlings, we have to hear something, see something, feel something, smell something, and taste something every few seconds….huh wuh wuh wooww this guy like mike I bike freestyling kite high why what silly question, why wouldn’t he mention the meaning of pension absent comprehension of alternative dimensions, shorty ten for that top hat relaxed in the rectus abdominus we means us its freedom for every one of us or we’ll be a revoltin, oh we’ll be a revolutin god is real oh it is real god is real oh it is real