Greydon Square Galaxy Rise
Wanted! Schrodinger's cat. Dead or alive proclaims the cosmic guardian that's embedded in time I've been perusing information since the planck epoch and 13 billion years later i remain epic you probably fly on complex planes if you feelin' me my rhyme sequences escape me and race to infinity lyrically, what I spit is self similar energy, within every rhyme and next syllable you know he's the next mr x so lets kill a bowl Don't spit if you can't generate, a fresh millivolt every rhyme that I kick displays a fractal revealing hidden landscapes at different scaling patterns star view? no it's a galaxy rise but appears as a bottomless pit with a maddening dive to us a black hole's just a gravity slide we went about our lives as the last reality died but you weren't here yet you weren't even a fluctuation of quantum weirdness while we were perfecting art, song and lyrics, our earliest artilects surpass the abilities of your gods best you don't even have a math for the silliness of the objects
2nd Verse there's hints of our existence on your moon, a compendium, but you can only reach it when you're on the shrooms you type 1's just defeated your flesh thinkin you fresh while we keep planet eaters as pets ....early on, you almost killed your selves the craft you built, might as well be equipped with sails compared to us you're just snails, a jest to the scale ...we get to meet every alternate version of ourselves travel the Pleiadian cosmic ruins while snackin' on extra dimensions nobody uses for amusement in 3 dimensional time where we jump forward freeze moments even rewind you speak of divine while we just see a primitive mind trying to explain what it can't in limited rhymes we are the reflection of life in the night view a galaxy rise, this is what awaits you at type II
