(Lyrics): OnSomeNextChakraShit

Halfrican Crackers...an evolutionary unique addition to the noosphere
Are in fact, members of the Octopus family.
Nomadic by nature, they live primarily on a diet consisting of
Maca root
Cacao
Yerba
Ginko biloba
Goji
And of course, hummus

I want to innovate, illustrate,
Each page a whisper,
Flowing in flux, like glistening rivers
Shimmering Egyptian pyramidic hierogliphics,
Instead of just saying some shit,
I want to explain to kids: If they say it is,
It is.

Not just to kick rhymes or punch lines,
On this mental matrix...
This is a cave wall painted for future generations,
Because I'm on some "Next Chakra Shit"
Come test moi,
My microphone wand is a shaman stick for crossing this bridge.
My microphone chord an umbilical to my environment,
I'm fingerpainting pure thought until it's visible,
Then rhyming it.

My eyelids are curtains dropping behind this,
Like wallpaper outlining geometric shapes in fine print.
Where all I have to do is close them,
Behold through them,
Assemble and mold through them,
And open them...to the fact that...

This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.

Much like their underwater predecessors,
Halfrican Crackers flourish in a habitat of sensory deprivation
Wherein they can create a visual-audio domain
For non other than purposes of communication.
In these circumstances, a symbiotic bond is established
With psychoactive fungi and coastal ganja.

I want to evolve into another species,
I want to clean clean the streets streets squeejee clean,
Like a squeejee cleaning the screen of my TV
Keeping dreams in a deep sleep NEEDLESSLY!
I want to eat, s*t, sleep, breathe in calligraphy,
I want to be an STD infecting NBC, CNN and CBC
With a glitch in my DNA raising my DMT,
Like a syringe, but a fire hose spraying LSD
On all the CEOs, the CIA and the PCs,
Doing crowd control, make them face their souls
It's easy! Like THC being decriminalized in BC.
We don't need the IMF or the US you see,
What we need are these FAQ's answered by an MC,
Any MC, addressing U and I, like the time was 2012 AD
Which is why...

This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.

Thus the genetic mutations and the virus-like qualities
Providing Halfrican Crackers their linguisitic coloration
Place this organism at great odds within the competive coral
Of it's monotone habitat.
Scientists are continually baffled with its tendency
To convert glucose into seemingly weaveless mimetic fuel
Through a photosynthesis-like operation.
This activity carries significant application with its ability
To secrete unclassified pheremones during climactic stress and mating season,
Which apparently lasts all year round.
Yes...all year round.