"Bismillah
Brother say
Pardon the paraphrasing, the brother say
If you're not a myth, whose reality are you?
If you're not a reality, whose myth are you?
Boogie Man care plan
bey, bey, bey
Sasquatch sighting at the latest local market
Looking over vegetables and fruit with his family
Choosey Lover legend, always took him for a loner
Yes, and nonetheless these cajones ain't broken
See locked doors open for the locksmith super
Turn a perfect blend in first, third, or more verses
Friended in amazement for the rightly rendered statement
Even what he didn't say was a clear communique
Because space is the place
We outside like Jada and Cecil Taylor
Hoisting high fives on the haters
Basquiat's paint brush; Cleopatra's toothbrush
Garvey's black bootstraps; St. Harriet's handgun
_ took the matter from a object to a talisman
Indiana Jones ain't fit to hold the private saddlebags
Handle that
But not no nervous, dirty hands
Boogie Man care plan, force majeure
Royal grace, space
Ace"
