Dr. Brooklyn Lyrics

He comes in like a hurricane

Kinda like a fiend

Lookin' for electric technicolor dreams

It's kinda like a science calculated with defiance

Searching for the way to rip this life up at the seams

I don't know what it means

But I really truly do

A paradox philosophy

That challenges the rule

Let me tell you, it's a miracle

It hasn't gotten physical enough

To wreck this paradigm

To something magically

Like a vivid true romance

Through supposed circumstance

Of the current whimsical,

Breath by breath to mystical

Revelation the sensation

Not without the demonstration

Of a love of pure creation

Similar to procreation

Can it be so enjoyable

To trip the night fantastical

Hold up, let it be

Count to one, two, trinity

Encapsulate the energy

Made by who you know to be

Born of thought infinite

Not so much a mystery

Catapult through space

Through uncommon commonplace

Levitation is the goal

It's actually in your control

So let it go and come to me

I've been waiting patiently

Forget to learn synchronously

Mobius stripped to consciously

Dopamine's a funny word

Begins with dope, or so I've heard

Could it be it's not so necessary

Actually a made up theory

Made by those who want control

Of your ever present soul

Witness bare the practical

Flip the script, read vertical

Up into the skies

Beyond sight, don't be surprised

Look a star right in it's eyes

Then you may then recognize

Forward conscious, let it be

Looking meticulously

At the art made daily free

For all to benefit and see

Remember space and realize

What it's like to look from high

Passing Jupiter and Delphi

Pass the star Aquemini

Ripples forming in thy wake

As you fly for flying's sake

Kemetic is the syllable

It rhymes with BOOM

Or so I've heard