True Geometrician (3 Kings Reprise)

Check, check, check, check

Mic check, yeah

Zero, you went crazy on this shit dog

**** made it far just to touch the stars

But couldn't make it far enough to run from God, word to elah

I Self Law

I Self Lord

Long arm of divine law, all governed by jurisprudence

Knowledge supreme but the flow is stupid

Quite astute how I compute 47 problems of Euclid

Not many rappers can do this

Your heart gotta be as light as a feather, and that's word to Anubis

Finished prayers with Amen

To fill my belly with Ramen

Now these rappers acting like they in the same cypher that I'm in

Cuz the struggles common and they started rhyming

Mastered metaphysics when I scripted Pharaoh Tutankhamun

We are not a like, song cryptic, gold gifted like Midas

Flow is sick, God bless you, girl blow on this dick like it's sinus

Lord knows that he giveth and take away like a minus

Hope He multiply my ends cause a **** been living righteous

Fresh off the altar like a billy goat

Been on fire Nebuchadnezzar, Chuck Mason really Abednego

Up in this bitch like an embryo

The Elohim, Supreme, my fellow godren call me Himmy though

And just like that lyrics written in hieroglyphs

Future generations admire this, for the scientists

The Zionists, Ancient Egyptians, Dionysus Mystics

For the true geometrician to decipher this

Life can get

Hard under pressure

Apply a little effort

Just a little bit of practice and a little bit of patience

Make you dangerous

That kind of knowledge is ageless, turn you to a Mason

Let you know what's in that middle chamber

Yeah, that kind of knowledge is dangerous

Yeah, mic check