When I first landed the damage was outlandish
   anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
   but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
   so we exceeded recommended dosages
   now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
   exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
   I don't suppose you're taking too much time
   breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
   that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
   so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
   this planet spins on a thin axis
   all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
   I mean, what did you think
   my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
   and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
   there's more to this than just paying the rent
   if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
  
   [Chorus]
   what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
   planets as small as balls of clay (x4)
  
   some shells get broke
   some keep their wigs closed
   some get exposed as little man big pose
   some make moves and some stay daydreamers
   but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
   well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
   10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
   inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
   but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
   once again on the edge, head's inebriated
   movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
   what makes me mighty and another tiny?
   why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
   if this crime's right I might be wrong
   I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
   so let the losers lose and let the players play
   the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
  
   [Chorus - 4X]
  
   who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
   already got a plate full of clay on my table
   I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
   so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
   too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
   but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
   I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
   I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
   instantly pissin? away the misfits
   the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
   when they swayed I'd have em
   half of 'em can't fathom
   where the 'Mats? from
   I may be on those
   you can ask 'em
   at last, when we get down to it
   there's more than sand and fluid
   in how I revolve and evolve
   can we solve the secrets? No.
   can we take trinkets? No.
   so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
   I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
   centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
   carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
   when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
  
   [Chorus - 4X]