I got a name but never shall you mention it
The type that if you hang around, might catch a detention with
So here's the benefits of sleepin' after midnight
It gives you time to think about your life and what you did right
And what you did wrong and what's here and what's gone
And what's next, it sounds like a colonizing theme song
When he's gone, I guess he's Mr. Talkative
So mean that in the afternoons his shadows wouldn't walk with him
Often lost and never found, linger in the outer bounds
Nightdreaming on a continuum that produces sounds
Sittin' on the stars of Andromeda, man, whats wrong with her?
Don't care if your christian, islamic, let me hear you holla bruh!
Never been a follower, leading packs to the source
Channel chi, like I do on the fourth but with the force
Of course my rhymes are mean, by mean, I mean they clean
When you see me on the scene don't fiend calligraphy from me