Canibus - Merchant of Metaphors lyrics

I need a jet stream pattern assessment
Go get it and tell me the direction that
The fuel tank is headed
Scram jet packs straps attached to my back
Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax
Call sign Tom Cat, Masta Ace of aerial combat
I double-time out to the tarmac
Fog covers the launch pad
Order ATC to fall back
But maintain visual contacts
Switch to radar
Innovation navigational star map
I won't need to travel beyond that
My jet contrails so long that
It can be seen in time zones
Eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
To fast track to the
Lunar surface's dark patch
The darkest part of the Moon
Where ISS2 was parked at
Inside onyx black alien artefacts
Well-guarded in the event of
A chartered attack
The outpost is nothing more than a trap
The Red Planet approach close
I know perigee and impact
Phobos is controlled by the Dracs
Deimos is the most underrated of the pack
It decimates NEA's more than double it's mass
A solar max melts polar caps
I notice that thinktanks with closed
Minds miss unknown facts
Satellites track and match the stats
Statistics start to stack
I'm a man of science, not Rap
With actionable impulse to act
When I can’t relax
I work hard but play harder in fact
My rose garden attracts rats
I sit back and listen to jazz and
Smoke hash in a mineral bath
I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays
Interpermeate my physical state
I gaze into space
The light waves race and shift shape
Colors escape
I concentrate on eight frequency rates
The body begins to numb
As the spirit elevates but wait
I’m interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate
Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face
How entertaining
Special agents came to visit my estate
"Miss Moneypenny
Bring me a plate a cup of tea
And my terry-cloth robe, then show
Them in to me, i’ll wait"
He walked in with a blank
Face, I calmly remarked, "You’re late"
He responded with a strong handshake
Miss Moneypenny returned with
Eggs and pancakes
I offered them a seat, standing up
Looked so out of place
He kindly obliged but the other
Two continued to stand
Folded their hands and gave me the nod
The silence was so profound that
Even soft sound seems loud
With ambient music in the background
I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot
I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not
In slow motion the silence was broken
You could hear a pin drop
He said, "You cannot save Hip Hop" i said
"Why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock
I’ve been researching and
Developing a SpitBox
Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation
I can prove it
But it doesn’t constitute publication"
I swear the Great Bear
Entered the Dragon’s Lair
I was there in the centre
Of St petersburg Square
Assigned as a silent observer
But I witnessed a murder
Took a picture of the body and a burner
Circa the time, you called me from Burma
In Port Charlotte Florida
Say you were in a coastal corridor
And that’s what you call help?
Eight months of Camp Kill Yourself
Couldn’t rehabilitate what I felt
And now here you are, in my backyard
Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars?
I ain’t got nothing for ya
I’ll call my controller
You call your employers
They can talk to my lawyers
He got up and turned his back on me and said
"I’ll be back homie"
I said, "You better bring an army"
He said, "You don’t want war"
I called Moneypenny on the
Intercom and said, "Baby
Show them to the door"
To be continued, stay tuned for more
Secret dialogue from the
Merchant of Metaphors