First name, Holmes I be in the zone I'm a prophet not for profit I am never on my own I'm a papi not a copy ain't gon' never been a clone Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone Last name, Sand Find me in the jam Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am Any region, any season, over seas and over land Intuition over reason as the means to understand Homebase, earth I'ma make it work I'm a star that's on a trek A bit of Spock a bit a Kirk Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth Lifestyle, God She's not a mirage And I may not be a muslim but I'm going on a hajj Even though I'm not a christian any time I'm feelin cross Any second I can check in with the boss The most high blessed me with particular truth I get extracurricular loose Powered by first rate curcumin Blood curdling loops Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof Latest turn on my internal pursuit Not the one that's turning turtles to soup, I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop Nonetheless I'm trying to settle disputes Poof Passing on the virtual park jam Just because I'm not a mark it makes me a marked man Just because I don't believe in marketing I always gotta break off conversation trying to shake some unmarked van Careful when you crossing the street Watch for messengers Leave a message after the beep Something off in north america Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip Razor sharp there ain't no blunting the Bic You never catch the blunt to my lips Lately when I'm taking a risk Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin a wish All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit While I exit I'ma blow you kiss Heh Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance I'm boy sand everybody know i move different A little bit more scientific Big fish in a big pond, big dog Clifford Perhaps a bit a narcissist No proceeding with the cautiousness I up the consciousness Yes Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot You could tell the way I walk wit a bop