[Lyric] Knowledge (Curtis (US))

[Verse 1: Curtis]
Time on my wrist: watch this
I'm finna drop some hot shit that'll make you pause and rewind
Flow refine, I define the laws of physics with my third eye
FEDs couldn't catch me with a bird, eye
Travel to different plains, without switching lanes
My mission to get it is vicodin, I don't feel the pain
Niggas boxed in with visions of cubic zirconiums
I make pandemonium
Diamonds shinning in my mind, I spit gold
No Babylonian follow, I'd rather swallow the truth
Fall in the booth with the boots of Astro Man with the roots of The Roots
I get my high from the Tree of Life
And the haze mother earth delivers I blaze make me consider making Mary my wife
Catch the knowledge and get hooked on phonics
Or would you rather catch a right and get hooked on? I bomb it
With the same weapons of African Adolescences
And catch the flow like J Cole, and cold enough to add a lesson
Wordplay, school's in session I'm bout to take you niggas to class
Drop math and science while throwing textbooks in the trash
I inhale and you dying to breath, I'm dying to lead
You in hell, just ain't aware
I wear out my competition like Gucci and Coogi
You Niggas Coochie in the midst of making a porno movie
You actors and we raptors and rappers
Now capture the moment without a Kodak
I'm so that, and you so old, I'm so cold, and you so wack
We getting older and wiser, while you getting bi-polar
'Roids would probably balance you out, I center and you valence it out
Ain't got quite enough energy and I can't feel any empathy
'Cause when I Enter The Void, feelings get void
Comp' gets destroyed, no sympathy for the weak and ignorant
Check the pigment of my skin, I'm a king in the making.....