Greydon Square - City on the Type of Forever lyrics

Good god! Doesn't sound like any radio
Signal I've heard maybe it's a voice?
Alright, well, I've found the quadrant

Yeah, yeah cylindrical cyclical citadel
Most of these litteral little imbeciles
Boast pillow throw syllable
Critical of the riddles intent
Livid with self while tryin' not to
Be just a cynic's revenge
Cruising the planet-wide city lit blunt smoke
Echamonopolis, a trillion beings lookin'
At dust slow
Regular resident, I go for the gusto
Never disparaging the folks who
Don't bust flow
Cosmic accosted, obalisk hostage
Monolith option from the ominous doctrine
Galactic structures in my uniform
Entropic style
Dialectic constants and logic files
Stupid forms it's Kung Fu where suns move
And you still expect to do
Damage with a gun tool?
View alignment through one school, Unified
This is where the uncomfortable truth resides

A city on the type of forever
Where solar being auras light the weather
All live is clever
Prodigy who rose high from nether
Logically bestowed by the debtor
Living in a city on the type of forever
Insightful as ever
Residents who code life together
Tethered to the growth like it's better
Below type's get severed
Radically remote type endeavor

Blast a hole in your galactic role
Watch the ripples in time and space
From when I slap the folds
From the rarest platinum to average gold
I flatten globes smackin' probes
Brought me before the Omni in an astral robe
Rap battle fast travel
Last saddled atop of Pegasus's black tallow
Spewed in from of the class rabbel
You judge but lack gavial
A rabid vassal in the castles glow
Rhyme lord, where every vector away
From weapon is mind war, times four
Seek in deep for there's more to find
I've warned your kind
Scanning these existential quarter lines
Give you eyesores
Immortalized in high court
And now you know what I'm despised for
Show it's tuces when it's true worth
When you dyin' for it
Take the info, get it chopped
Up, put inside the chorus, as we fly towards

From Set 2 Block, Klingon 12th, to Gryffindor
We run with the Mandelbrot
It doesn't mean we're dissin' yours
Kick the gore the width of swords
Split the horde to miss the score of 6 to 4
Spliff galore
Shit your drawers when we switch the form
Verbal scat, this is lyric porn
Eternal black and infinite form
Resembling tracks that pivot orange
I'll smother in a couple of moods
And I'm bettin' that you didn't even
Know that colors could move, did you?
I'm relaxed destruction of cruise missile
A fat concussion of who hit you
A black Russian, the fast substance
Tracks luscious, acts cutlass
Puffin' like the true facts attract justice
Nothing I could do but get back love then
Knowin' imma still gon' keep that tucked in
No matter what, good luck friend