12oz Misty Winter ft. Terence Mckenna Lyrics

Business as usual has been taken off the menu

And if you take all these curves, the curve of petroleum extraction, the curve of the Spread of epidemic diseases

The curve of the dissolution of the ozone hole, the curve of the rise of the global Population

If you tie all these curves together, you reach the conclusion that sometime in the second Decade of the next century the contradictions become so excruciating that the entire Thing is going to be forced into some kind of "phase transition"

Yeah, that's a sick sound. That's a sick sound. Just feel like twelve ounces of misty Winter

Picking a winner. I've been developing, sipping since the beginning

I ain't took a day off. Bitch, I'm balling in the playoff

I'm finna lay off. Who think I save y'all

When y'all can't even be nonchalant. Pre-written destiny

And I do what you want. I'm not, I'm not in awe. I'm nodding off. Every time I yawn and Cough

This shit is that monotony. Monotonous

I can turn ominous energy luminous, but that's full moon in us, yeah

I can turn ominous energy luminous, but that's full moon in us, yeah

I can turn ominous, and I've been anonymous

And I've been anonymous since the day that I was up under moonlight

And I've been looking on and living on that root life to roof life boy

I tell you the truth twice, twin-symbioticism

Synonymous with symbioticism

So I'm chunking deuce up out the ride. When I'm on my way, I'm off, I'm listening

I'm lost, I'm bossed, I'm twisting. I guess I've lost the mission

I guess I hit that, hit that. Hold up, I had a vision. That's your bitch in my kitchen

Vision, crystal, crystal clear with it no innuendo intended, but just tinted when I'm in it

I can turn ominous too.

I can turn ominous too

That's animus that are the shadow, the shadow of you. The me and the you. The Perspective the view

I can turn ominous too. I can turn ominous, hominids, cool

I've got a paradox seeing red, but I'm spitting the blues. Spit em right to ya, boy I got flu Yeah

Sick with it that's a sick sound. Tell a hating hoe, sit down

Go and find a different pick to switch routes. I done hit the shiftivism on the bitch, raw

And then I'm out