Singularity
Flickering flicker flicker til thought forms/
Thought then meets matter in an art form/
All of this would’ve happened and ended in an instant/
Ask me if it matters if we are born/
I instill the fear of one Thanos/
Cuz these niggas scared to put me on they single/
(Youre here because you know something/
What you know you can't explain but you feel it/)
My light don’t dim no one unless they dim sum/
Twin guns you loose some but then you win some/
They scratch upon they’re heads all in wonder of the how/
The only thing that ever really matters is the now/
Perception is reality/
Perspective is everything, my pen is the anomaly/
Bars are out of this world That astrology/
R2 disagree than challenge me pull sy/

And then there's conscious self, the specific experience of
Being you or being me. The lead character in this inner movie
And probably the aspect of consciousness we all cling to most tightly
Like everyone you were born into bondage. Born into a prison you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind

Verse 2:
The power of words got me watching how I land the course/
I jump into like a saddled horse
I start up the verse like I spark up my lung/
Californian herb got ya boy a gang of pub/
Live in land, free as birds on a winter flam/
Flow sicker than any nigga living with the can/
Sir can you please pick a man that can whip a pen/
Quick as him I be writing like let a nigga in/
Yikes I be writing tossing verses with my frisbee hand/
My subconscious mind is bigger than you monkeys/
You couldn’t catch these with a quicker set of configured hands/
I break some of this shit down clown you’ll be like get ya mans/ Bright carrots like I got it first/
Throw in some Tomato paste. Pots of  pasta works/
Cheese all over the green my pockets SaladWorks
Bow ya head let us pray, now how ya pallet work?

However he believed in the God of order, harmony, beauty, simplicity and elegance. The God of Spinoza. That's the God that he believed in, because he thought the universe was so gorgeous. It didn't have to be that way. It could've been chaotic, it could've been ugly, messy. But here we have the fact that all the equations of physics can be placed on a simple sheet of paper

Verse 3:
Have you ever have you ever looked
Down the barrel of a gun have ya whole shit shook/
In the blink of an eye ya whole life could get took/
But all these niggas want is some clout for the book? lawd/
Who raised you like that?/
Who gave you those traits of behavior like that/
No sir that ain’t the wave, who pays you like that?/
We made, it’s like that, we major like dat/
Memories of all that filth/
Flashbacks I was almost killed/
Thank God I am here, I was built ford tough, you gotta whip just to know how it feel/
Had me lock in 12 year misdirection/
Do you even understand this 12 billion connection?
Time is alive we are the clocks walking round/
Everything started at once phukk is you talkin bout/
Now think about this for a minute. If hallucination is a kind of uncontrolled perception, then perception right here and right now is also a kind of hallucination. But a controlled hallucination in which the brains predictions are being rained in by sensory information from the world. In fact we're all hallucinating all the time, including right now. Its just that when we agree about our hallucinations we call that reality

Who are you in this vast multiverse?

The history of discovery, particularly cosmic discovery, but discovery in general, scientific discovery. There's one where at any given moment there's a frontier. And there tends to be an urge for people, especially religious people to assert that across that boundary into the unknown lies the handy work of God

When I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro the Heavenly bodies, I no longer touch Earth with my feet. I stand in the presence of Zues himself and take my fill of ambrosia