This is a song about "Comparing and contrasting physical and chemical properties"

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Where i learn to harness fools and suspend them in non-physical animation,

Let them credits roll in monochrome, contrasting black and white

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Irreverent i'm supernatural a new chemical element,

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

[c] can i concentrate on creatin' chemical connections you're cravin?

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Comparing yourself to big double c is like comparing

The body count is the physical proof

One time for the girls with the right shoes