Just a hip-hop track
Produced by Chris Wheeler Beats

Lyrics:
Multiplicity, ripping it without caution tape
Here i am again, another awfully awkward ape
Fighting mechadons and trying to keep this weapon drawn
You say you hate me now? you'll hate me all when heavens gone
Doom vultures fly, a pie in the sky
At the auction i'll be bidding you goodbye
World class glass temples i be marching towards
Flaming arrows raised at the fuckers starting wars
Bone digging through a vaccination process
Lead to infatuation with fascinating objects
I'm an archaeologist and you're just hard to miss
I made it out the muck, marching miles over tar and piss
Now my flags being raised, can you feel it?
I had a cow and she would graze, did you steal it?
Dark channeling, i sit and burn pictures
As my worlds flow out of me in Lichtenberg figures
(C'mon)

And we clacked with a strap
Money's no good, nah we wanting none of that
We want the world! sloppy as it might be
I don't visit armories because i'm there to sight see

Scoped enemies, 10 of me cause i'm cloning now
I'm up against everyone and that includes Colin Powell
Complete eradication of all their databases
Kinda stumbling through the street, seeing scattered faces
This rocket ship, we gotta power it
And love's the gasoline, don't be a coward, shit
In a lab with some overflowing beakers
That chemically release beacons for truth seekers
Philosophizing with the enterprise's weaponry
It turned me into something with a shaky spirit next to me
Despite everything, she's off balance mad at me
And so from the Center i sent her a center of gravity
So go ahead then, sit and laugh at me
But this is rap with a detour capacity
We gotta make it out this jukebox karaoke
They saw flashes of my face, you fucking barely cloaked me

And we clacked with a strap
Money's no good, nah we wanting none of that
We want the world! sloppy as it might be
I don't visit armories because i'm there to sight see