Dots & Lines

(2x):

You look just like how I'ma be

Sacred geometry

In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line

Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sine

With a platinum plaque

It's like Robbin, George, and Jack

The mind fears what the blinds hide

But I'm here on the blind side

Hanging up till the line dies

Then off the hook for the crimes try

Get awful looks from tribe tribe unlawful jux we can climb skies

That's Robin Hood, arrows of the rich'll steal

In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate

Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it

When you make pie if you don't fidget

Xzibit Pimp My Ride exquisite

We G's coach us back if we die in business

My Lord is my chemist, my sword is some Khemet

Egyptian fonts and ankhs

Scottish write with Montblancs let us stomp

I walk as my father walk, master builder is what I thought

(2x):

You look just like how I'ma be

Sacred geometry

In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line

Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sine

Yeah

Where the golden means, so the overseer gets overseen

And the over here's are the older things

Can see the bell but don't know the rings

The rings are not sounds, but circles

Wear these on your virtues

See through these circles just live Steve Urkel

Till it's all universal

And it harmonize and like the Porsche into the larger size

And it's dynamic in the high standard

So each degree has a part to price

See big worlds have little worlds that feed on their velocity

And little world have lesser worlds and so on to viscosity

(2x):

You look just like how I'ma be

Sacred geometry

In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line

Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sine

The applause and patience of the laws in nature

Override lies and the laws of nations

Pilgrims bear witness at all the stations

Sun positions overcome traditions

Numbers govern our young religions

Dead levels making plum decisions

Perpendicular to the undivision

That's bad curricular to the unconditioned

Any love less than unconditional is so under Christian it's unrepentant

The physical part of my church emits the invisible arts of my work

To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of this map

But truth me told it's the pursuit of gold

That turns the goal of men into trash

The souls gold and they turning gold into cash

And your reflection is your connection to more collections of more directions and paths

If your reflection is a mask, then you're reflective of mass

To see yourself just look at me then split your reflection in half

(2x):

You look just like how I'ma be

Sacred geometry

In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line

Three angels in kind, on time, go straight, don't sine