AN IDEA IS A WORK OF ART

On a quest to get open and free
 Indeed, on a quest to get open and free
 I do as I please as it pleases me
 Sneezed on the knee of an MC most egregiously
 Never begged they pardon calling my behavior modern
 I circumambulate with the psycho-active animate
 Basket case candidate for high stakes life, gambling
 I'm ambling to the greater matter with my gray matter
 Build gray matters, build better answers to destructive questions
 Mother inventions, weathering God's pop quizzes
 No matter what the odds, isn't odd, isn't it
 How this wall between us dislodge with one fidget
 It's not a gimmick, but a superpower
 I've seen whole crews devoured by a
 Person who is now a tagline on a bodybag
 Bagpipes cause you had to lollygag
 Gully gully wall with the Buddy Holly walk in Islamabad
 Or it felt like it
 Yelling Hellfyre into microphones, came out swingin'
 Vaseline on forehead, winner sorted
 Fiddlesticks, write a riddle to grant your own wish
 Toss the homie a beat like "hold this"
 Art rap globalist, legion of hoodwinkers
 Seasonal mood lingers, among broke bootleggers
 Hoop jumper for pleasures
 The many ventures of them pennypinchers
 The skinny ledger leaker
 Minute hedge fund freaker, done being a thinker
 Hehe, 'til we meet again
 At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin
 At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin
 It's the other who others whoever
 It's the other who others whoever
 On the quest to get open and free
 On the quest to get open and free
 Ran through a lot of gasoline
 Ran through a lot of gasoline
 It's the opposite of picking cotton
 Rule number five
 It's the opposite of picking cotton
 On the quest to get open and free
 We built better answers
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 It's the others who other whoever
 It's the others who other whoever
 On the quest to get open and free
 A quest to get open and free
 Ponder this Einstein
 How does music fold space and time?
 Realign locations with emotional space and verse stations
 Less diverse is Hawking's with the gate open
 Two billion ghosts walking the base of oceans
 I'm talking about the base of the crossing
 The low end to the screen
 More frequencies in between and some focus on the moon
 But this base was born on an island of survivors and
 Reverberations and depths of millions of square miles
 Our blues born from the deepest blue
 And black and green that got us through
 Psychosomatic smokescreens to flip the world over
 We ride trauma like moguls on slopes
 Invoking old moguls in hopes royal lines will guide us
 What if royalty despised us?
 And there's no chosen, no laws
 Just Rakim on them mountaintops
 Or Nazir at Harvards by Paul
 We're riding waves in centuries before
 Slave trades no surprise we glide on the micros
 One off bars on technos
 [?] we gonna ease into Cantonese
 Same we did with Ingles, Francais, and Espanol
 Meandering through Mandarin with a one that's one million years old
 This beat is gold
 Ergo, milo knows the only gold is soul
 That's what Columbus was really looking for
 It's the others who other whoever
 It's the others who other whoever
 On the quest to get open and free
 The quest to get open and free