Buddha Stoops, Illuminatic, Trippy Tyler - Vader's Demise lyrics

Tell em all at the opera
They ought'a watch for the phantom of chakras
Mandible cannon that'll, blow all your
Thoughts up, cannabis chopped up
Five feet of smoke it's your
Lugs that you cough up
Young Frank Sinatra, but no Logic, if you
Throw yours I'll harm it, carnivore it
Rip apart shit
Take caution when you rock this
Might get your feeling hurt just
Like my moms did when
I told her I got kicked
Out of school waiting for
Her comment, was like waiting for
A world ending comet, fuck
See, Lyrically I'm fit, spiritually I be
Lit of this shit that I'm
Chiefin' like and Indian
Watching these critics in my peripheral
Vision I envision them in
Collisions with black holes to throw
Em in other dimensions
So much smoke in the room
It's out of commission, my mission is
Gettin' people to listen, when I'm
Transmittin' my lyrics they just
Stiffin' up like the work of morticians
So don't, pay attention the shit
I'm spittin' is hella different
This pen is vicious
Charles Manson composition
My verses like ear prescriptions
You heard it then were addicted I'm
Swervin' at birds I'm so lifted
I promise this shit ain't
Never endin' it's just, repeatin' beginnin's

Fuck, that, shit you see
Y'all want original, unidentical
I want subliminal
Picture the pinnacle penmanship in
This indigo individual
Most want to reject me, few
Want to respect me
Probably cause the color of my
Skin needs second checking
You're a solid wall and I'm
The fucking ball for wrecking
Spit what I want nigga
Fuck what y'all expecting
Voices in the head damn
Nexus still ain't resting
Probably my conscious testing my mind
To keep things interesting
My words are undigesting
But, I need to keep peace
With these demons I'm erecting
Spit more fucking truth than
The man you're re-electing
Never gave a fuck to wonder
What the rest are thinking
3rd eye open and the fucker never blinking
Fuck you and your, ignorant way of thinking