When I make my Entrance, My Mass is Invisibly Toned
Mystically Unknown, Walking the Path of the Slippery Road
Not knowing that I might fall into the Wizadery's Zone
Of Addiction, I Sip Liquid Visions and Sniff Mystic Wisdom
And Lift Wiked Rhythms till I Split my Twisted System
Decoding my mind like I've been Hit by Cryptic Wizards
Sit and Sip Liquor and Listen to the Television
And Drift Smoke Clouds from Ice like Blizzards
I Light Enscriptions and Choke Loud in the Enrichment
Of the Sorcerer's Spell, Im Sorta Like A Sword in Hell
Sweating Sharply, Darkly moving like Swarms of Elfs
I was Born in the Well, And no one can Raise my Bucket
In this White Terrain, I Engage and Play my Trumpet
Calling my Minds Summit, I take Flight to the demon's Brothers
Hallucinating that Im Engaging Walls on the Pavement
Satan himself is badly Behaving, And my brain's aching
Still, I Stay Taking my Substances and Im Loving It
And if you can't show me the devil, then my Blunt will Summon It
I Hold the Invisible Pages to my Mind, and start Rubbing It
My Throat Riddle's Faces of my Rhyme and Muddles Wit
In this room, I Sit and see Puddles Glint, Ceiling is Caving in
Im ghost writing at Satan, My words are Fading in the Devils Basin
My Heads Full of Agents; trying to escape in the Level of my Matrix
Complex Complexion, I might as well be Breath Wrestling
Battling against a Mirror Image, my buzzing Head's Wrecking
Itself, Everything else becomes a Dimmer Mist when the Mic's Held
The Penicillin amplifier Melts my stresses like Marshmellows in Hell
Trapped in the Planes of the Artistic Phantom Painter
I Light a Spliff, and hear the knocks, The Banging Ranger