The world doesn't measure up to my ideals and dreams. Contradiction it seems, is the median and means. This feeling I feel, like the rabbits foot I'm tryna catch it all the time, just like grab and hook I’ve got life defeated twenty six to two, dahh, I'm in that Coltrane mood. Giant steps, spiritual, Are they waiting to happen, or my quest for elysium strapping me some in entrapment This is philosophy for the anomalies, amidst the harmonies, prophetic anthropology counter force to apostrophes. Complete loss of self, it's a raggedy road to vanity. Swelling bees to honey mead like family salute to your majesty, creation unlike religion, pragmatic for its laity. Its illegal to condemn temporal upgrade, updates even though a artist may receive persistent accolades, but at the bottom of it all is a headless pit where neither the fame nor perfection will ever let you quit. Its a personal favor, that shields the sanctum of my dreams, never waiting, always pushing, engorging at the seams. All the slaving away, is only my pleasure, pound for pound, this is my only treasure. When I make a beat, I am my only measure the only drugging measure when my trenches have been heightened, Madvillainy MF, like aye aye captain, when I hold the mic it's an end to the means, Messed type of message that it sends to the fiends, I'm the rappers rapper Imma babble dapper But all that matters is I'm a questful camper. Similes and slackers are my instruments and Boom! boom! Disasters. But stay off my turfs, will never leave me mouth, come join me while I makes you peoples proud. It's a conflict of emotions, that creates the best, at least a sound of consequence don't forsake the blessed. The world doesn't measure up to my ideals and dreams. Contradiction it seems, is the median and means. This song wasn't written to be rapped upon, this is just a drape that covered the beat that was jazzed upon, I'm like a lexicon. Hypocrisy is my art economy. Just pushing equality, no dishonesty, it takes its toll. Depression, animosity, rare form commodity. Ricochet back and forth, resupply frivolity. Binging on veloc, overtaking the words bell shaped curve, overtaking my nerve. Change to society, one rhyme at a time, When the sax come on, i'm going to make you cry. Verse came on, shot you across the sky. This is philosophy, for the anomalies, amidst the harmonies, Prophetic anthropology is the armistice that will probably, bring peace in a state of disharmony. This is my time grabbing me so tight, you gotta let go, inhibitions lack foresight. Its like frostbite on a cold night, Blindness in a gold mine, Numbness on your night cream, Gandhi in your fight dream, Luther in asylum, Enemy poseidon, Threatening your silence, communal your violence. Relevance is your guidance I stand in defiance. Unnatural imbalance just stand in defiance. Giant steps spiritual, have already happened. It's a state of mind, a state of soulful clapping and my quest for elysium releases me with the passion. This is philosophy for the anomalies amidst the harmonies, prophetic and its calling me. Swelling bees to honey mead like family salute to your majesty, creation my religion, pragmatic to its laity.