Going back 2 Gotham

I wanted to make a track,

That would put Gotham on the map,

But Batman beat me to it,

So even my batmobile ain't a new whip,

I knew this ....

Wouldn't be too hard to comprehend it,

Like a busted criminal offender ,

Coming off a bender,

Having been sent thru the blender,

Then of suspended sentence

Now that im....

Nowwwww that...

T-t-that im off the hinges.....

Off, off ,off....

Off the hingezzzzz....

I used to have visions of grandeur,

I was so dam sure,

That I had all the answers ,

While ya'll was looking for the cure for cancers...

I was searchin' for the cause...or so it appears,

Disappeared for a year but still rememberin',

How it all came to an end when things,

Were getting pulled by endless strings,

My sensory,

Depth perception invested in a deprivation chamber,

I set the range on laser,

Beams as I sprayed things... that didnt make sense to me,

The military complex industry,

Has gotten in to free,

Freeeee energy....and energy accumulators..they didnt even have to eat the shrooms to hallucinate..high off all these fuems as I move n' shake...hope this groove can take....

You back to the memory of Gotham ,back when Batman & Robin...

Used to track down all the goblins...

Back when all the demons were starvin'...

Before the harvist...

B-b-b-b..BAT MAN ...and R-r-r-..Robin...mobbin' in Gothem...

Not to be redundant or retarded...

And for all the severely deliciously curious that mysteriously ended up as the dearly departed..

We aren't even nearly started...

Bout to drop the bombs in..Flat..outta..Gotham

Now alotta people i know & love ,

Think we live on a globe & just,

Keep spinning & moving through space,

Circling the sun at a perfect pace ,

But if you just did a little searching late,

Or early in the day,

You would surely make ,

A conclusion that can't be faked,

But all this confusion has me baked ,

Off this sativa that I pack & take ,

A big ass hit that & have to wait...

A few seconds after I take...

To try & recreate the weeds taste ,

THC thats leaves me spaced....

Out ,like im chasin' clout,

Remove their faith & you can take their doubt,

And make it round ,

As the earth & start to create the sound ,

Can you relate to how ,

I make my rounds & then take a bow....

For showing you that we dont live on a globe but that dont mean the shape ain't round...

Alotta haters obfuscate,

On the way I clock my plate,

Or the way these goblins make ,

All of these little fockers place,

All of what little faith,

They've doubled down on now they saving face,

I get so blazed out my lazy pace,

That I start raisin' stakes,

Til something amazing takes,

Shape that I can estimate,

And answer all your questions take...

The time to suggest a place,

Thats even worthy of conducting straight...

Investigations after we made all their fake,

Explanations for the way these great,

Pre mud flood tartarian structures,

Its scary but trust us...

Just this once cuz..

I gotta hunch...in Horizontal we trust...

B-b-b-r-r-rappp, b-bap