(VERSE)

LET ME TESTIFY, I’M GEMINEYE, THE ONE AND ONLY; TALK TO MOTHER MAY, LET HER KNOW HER SON IS LONELY.
IT’S A PRIVILEGE TO BE MADE IN HIS IMAGE, OF HIS REFLECTION
IF HIP HOP IS DEAD, THEN I’M THE RESURRECTION.
ON A QUEST LIKE GILGAMESH TO BECOME IMMORTAL; DRIVE MY CAR STRAIGHT THROUGH THE STARGATE AND INTO THE PORTAL.
RETURN TO EDEN WHERE I’M FEEDING OFF THE TREE OF LIFE;
AKHENATEN ASKING NEFERTITI TO BE MY WIFE.

ENTER THE GARDEN THAT IS GUARDED BY IRON SWORDS; GIVE MY BEATING HEART TO EVE JUST LIKE MAYAN LORDS.
AN OLD SOUL FROM WHEN MEN USED TO WALK WITH DINOSAURS;
SO ON ALL FOURS, THIS LION ROARS TOWARDS ALL LYIN’ WHORES.
MY PERSPECTIVE AND POINT OF VIEW I AIN’T TRYIN’ TO FORCE;
IT DOESN’T MATTER IF THE OPINIONS ARE MINE OR YOURS.
I’M ON A HUNT FOR THE TRUTH UNTIL I FIND THE SOURCE,
AS I OPEN UP MY THIRD EYE WITH NO BLIND REMORSE.

(CHORUS)

SO BOUNCE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE AN EL CAMINO (CAMINO)
FOR THE FORBIDDEN ARCHEOLOGY OF MICHAEL CREMO (CREMO);

FOR THE SACRED SECRET TEACHINGS THROUGHOUT THE AGES (AGES)
FOR MY SHAMBHALA SHAMANS AND ALL THE SAGES (SAGES).

FOR MY BOOKSHELF JUNKIES WHO GROW THEIR DREADLOCKS (DREADLOCKS)
WHO AIN’T TRYIN’ TO STACK MORE DOUGH THAN A BREADBOX (BREADBOX);

LIKE I SAID BEFORE, THIS IS FOR MY FREEDOM FIGHTERS (FIGHTERS)
WHO KNOW THAT BABYLON MUST BURN, SO LET ME SEE THEM LIGHTERS (LIGHTERS)!

(VERSE)

YOU’LL PROBABLY LABEL ME A CRIMINAL WHEN I DIE; GENERAL GEMINEYE, SO SUBLIMINAL WHEN I’M HIGH. RISE FROM THE ASHES LIKE A PHOENIX AND THEN I’LL FLY;
I’LL NEVER BE DEFEATED EVEN THOUGH MANY MEN WILL TRY.

G-O-D, AKA GNOSIS ON DISPLAY;
A SELF-TAUGHT PHILOSOPHER WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT TO SAY.
I’M LIVING FOR THE MOMENT AND I FOCUS ON THE DAY; SO I MANIFEST MY DESTINY IN THE LOTUS WHEN I PRAY.

A MASTERFUL MAGICIAN LIKE AN ANCIENT DRUID; PUTTING PUZZLE PIECES TOGETHER LIKE THERE AIN’T SHIT TO IT.
SITTING IN DIMLY LIT ROOMS, READING HERMETIC WISDOM;
RAGING AGAINST THE MACHINE AND THEIR PATHETIC SYSTEM.
KEEPING BOTH EYES OPEN ON THEIR UNHOLY SABBATH; UNTIL I’M FROZEN IN TIME JUST LIKE A WOOLLY MAMMOTH.
TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION IN NAKED SILENCE
I’M NOT RELIGIOUS, SON, I’M INTO SACRED SCIENCE.

(CHORUS)

SO BOUNCE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE AN EL CAMINO (CAMINO)
FOR THE FORBIDDEN ARCHEOLOGY OF MICHAEL CREMO (CREMO);
FOR THE SACRED SECRET TEACHINGS THROUGHOUT THE AGES (AGES)
FOR MY SHAMBHALA SHAMANS AND ALL THE SAGES (SAGES).

FOR MY BOOKSHELF JUNKIES WHO GROW THEIR DREADLOCKS (DREADLOCKS)
WHO AIN’T TRYIN’ TO STACK MORE DOUGH THAN A BREADBOX (BREADBOX);
LIKE I SAID BEFORE, THIS IS FOR MY FREEDOM FIGHTERS (FIGHTERS)
WHO KNOW THAT BABYLON MUST BURN, SO LET ME SEE THEM LIGHTERS (LIGHTERS)!

(OUTRO)

G

O

D

GOD EMCEE.

NAW, YOU AIN’T SEEN BETTER
SINCE THE EIGHTEENTH LETTER (LETTER-LETTER-LETTER-LETTER...)