Yeah, I like to drive at night, it’s like a video game
It’s a race that takes place mainly in my own brain
And if I crash this Ford, can I just use a quarter
To be revived with some more lives restored?
Hmm… my mind explores this as I record
Over an ironing board, then I answer the door
With a samurai sword eating a floor cookie
Am I sure I’m acting normal? Well, it’s normal to me
But I don’t do condiments or calling friends
Common sense? Naw, awfully like the opposite
I’m not observant, but cognizant
Of how proximate my person is to obstinate, yeah

I’ve never worn a suit, I used to play the flute
On a side salad, I don’t want any fruit
My parents' dogs are canine siblings of mine
I eat items off a plate one food at a time
Sleep comes easier with earplugs, the rationale
They keep bold bugs from eating my ear canals
My groin falls asleep within minutes of sitting
Zazen to transcend, and another pubic glitch is
When pressed, I manifest a bashful bladder
When the tea runs through me and I feel fear chatter
I cordon off my mind from the reified plane
Pretend I’m writing at a desk; that’s how I urinate

In these three brains, idiocy reigns
There is no way, they will ever change
No debate, those who endure them must be saints

I never take the top plate stacked in the cabinet
Prime place as an assassin to place the poison at
My nose it knows, my methods so Socratic
Don’t rock the hemlock, ‘cause that ain't happening
But allow me to educate on my hunger and how I sate
No metal used in food that I scoop off the plate
The tines that bind my meals will never be stainless steel
Ain't trying that iron so resign your appeal
But go on and grab that ore; put that metal in your mouth
Know that I’m not judging; I'm just voicing what I'm about
The more you like something means the more I can live without
Defensive? Not at all, but on the wall, if I'm going out

In these three brains, idiocy reigns
There is no way, they will ever change
No debate, those who endure them must be saints

Not to brag but… listen.

I have extensive credentials, let me convince ya
I wake with a pin drop like I’m a ninja
And my toes are prehensile, I can pick up a pencil
Plus, I’m ambidextrous with my dining utensils
The number 1 is white, the number 4 is blue
I’ve been a synesthesiac since the age of 2
I’m colorblind as f**k, at a stoplight, yo
I’m all, “Dark orange, light orange, silver means GO!”
And now to compound more than should be allowed
When I bond the chemistry of me never breaks down
Humility that's for real, frugality that appeals
Compassion and passion are the actions that seal the deal
When I run, I don’t count, I do complex math
And write in-context raps, but I keep ‘em integrated
The beat is the cadence of my feet on the pavement
As I pass a sine tangent to the street I was taking
I like to try peculiar potato chip flavors
And deplete the bag no matter how bad the palate tacks
Licking the sickening powder from my fingers
Cause that's how Henry David Thoreau would snack, Jack!
Ironic that my bonds are so strong and metallic
Solomonic with prongs all made out of plastic
Iconic in the quantum, so enigmatic
Not an idiot savant but idiotsyncratic