Ran outta gas & was forced to a crash landing
Stretched as far as a Kardashian hamstring
I'm a spectacular Man-Thing
the Last Thing Standing
in effect, on the move & past planning
Past redemption, as God asked me to mention
Believe in the Joker; I'm one of his wackest henchmen
Hit you in the guts with a blast of dramatic tension
I mean the whole tract - gullet-to-ass-wrenching
Make straight my way - a first-class ascension
Make safe the streets; it's past prevention
Hit ya like a bulldozer & mass detention
from the First Anglophone down the Last Frenchman
Either you man up & unmask your tension
or disappear in mental apprehension
Recede; fall back in the Second Dimension;
Read it & weep in animated suspension...

I have risen to die (Crash Landing)
to Spy what misses The Eye (Crash Landing)
They warned me not to try to kiss the sky,
but I was born to fly this high (Crash Landing)

An alien walks beside you
Sapient, but he's kinda new
Now you can see what you been blind to:
an electrified flyin object, rising in the side-view...
A cybernetic Leviathan, and it flies too
On Soviet Earth, traffic is gonna ride YOU.
Throwin the switch is tantamount to Homicide 2
Nevermind Skynet; come on & meet Sky-U.
It's a cyborg Earth living inside you
and if this is some kinda curse, you been lied to
The skin of the Sky cracks & you can dive thru
Who wants to be the universe?
I DO.
My only obstacle is my own prejudice,
& wearing that Dead Weight like a necklace.
It's gonna look like I've lost it & gone reckless,
but that's the only way to get on with the rest of this...

Sekhmet & Ahmet never take a day off,
and they can throw Amun & Hathor way off
Agents of chaos;
Mages playin with kleos;
and every day is the final game of the playoffs...
Cities arise in the desert & get blown down
Music is born in a forest makin its own sound
Compassion reacts where martyrs throw their bones down;
their children come together & rebuild Jonestown
We got love like Superman got Kryptonite;
the poetry is felt, but it's NOT written right.
From sun-up until you hit the light,
life's intermittent like
frames of winter light
tempered with delight.
So much for not puttin old feet in new kicks;
Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
Ain't no such thing as new; I think you knew this.
What's new to you, I knew before you kids...