Testo Adolescent

Speaking in tone
Meeting from the tree of knowledges
Beware of the breadcrumbs that lead you where you're coming from
(That lead you to where you're coming from)
Digitising biology, DMT (DMT)
What is it doing here in the tree of life on your brain? (In the brain)
The manifestation of knowledge, speaking in tone
Delorean, baby, '86 to be exact
Atomic Dog got the trunk shakin'
Ain't no future in ya frontin', now you pump-fakin'
I'm patched-in, P-funk sanction
Thirty somethin' and still gangbangin', and I'm not changin'
If you not from this, you probably hatin'
I chose my own path, and I made it
Posted on park benches and gettin' fadеd
Now I pull up in Rolls Royces and Maybachs
The killers I roll with got no facе tatts
Dead homies in walls and mortuaries on Floris ave, but it’s Rosecrans
Since [?] a hundred grand
Aw damn, shit I'm back in the land
Where it's by the eighth, and powder by the gram
And if you poppin' the perkies, you gotta hills at Matt
DNA chain, Cuban with the frozen ring
Drippin' dippin dots, my Impala got that candy paint champagne
I ain't been in the booth in minute, I'm knee-deep in it
Eastside corner-bender, gold Daytona spinnin'
They don't remember meeting you ever, so you become a memory, fella
Ancient history, unsolved mystery
The sleeves on my work shirt sharp than a rose thorn sticky
I scooped her in the Rolls Royce
She said she had too much clothes on, she being silly
Baby, hold on, heated steering wheel when it's chilly
Rollin' through the killing fields, still large living
Lied if they ever sy they they did it how I did it
Higher than the air condition vents, I'm in the building
Talkin' to the bitch, we was buildin'
Suckers in the game keep reappearing
I got somethin' for the sucker-niggas
Chandeliers in the Lincoln, that's the homie pimpin'
Follow me in my Impala on the money mission, still gettin' it

The molecule DMT randomly speaking in tone
The matrix codec language
Creating your own connection to the creator