(INTRO)

THOUGH I’M NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH.

(VERSE)

I AM SLICKER THAN RICK, QUICK TO SPIT AND RAMBLE FACTS;
FLIPPING THE SCRIPT, MAKING THEM DRIP LIKE CANDLE WAX.
I’M THAT NAPPY-HEADED NINJA, FROM CRINGER TO BATTLE CAT
MAKING THE KITTEN PURR LIKE THE ENGINE OF A CADILLAC.
EVERYBODY WANTS TO KNOW WHY THE RASTA
WANTS TO TRAVEL TO PERU TO DRINK AYAHUASCA; BATTLE MY IMPOSTER WITHIN A FLYING SAUCER,
AS MY MIND GETS ALTERED IN FRONT OF A MAYAN ALTAR.

I AM THE SHAMAN OF SHAMBHALA,
MARKED WITH EYE OF AMUN-RA;
SPIRITUAL PHENOMENON,
DRESSED LIKE I’M AT COMICON.
HERMES TRISMEGISTUS
ANCIENT WARNINGS MIGHT SUGGEST THIS;
EACH NIGHT THAT I WRITE RESTLESS,
WITH MORE BITE THAN ASBESTOS.
FOR FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS,
HE RECORDS AND WRITES;
HEADING TOWARDS THE LIGHT,
WITH HIS LYRICAL SWORD HE FIGHTS.
A MOVER OF OBSTACLES,
COOLER THAN POPSICLES;
MANEUVER THROUGH CROP CIRCLES,
VANCOUVER’S POT’S PURPLE.
GNOSIS ON DISPLAY, THEY NEVER CRUCIFIED GOD;
HOPE IS ON HIS WAY WITH HIS SUICIDE SQUAD.
I AM A SLEUTH.

(BRIDGE)

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOW HERE’S THE PROOF.
SO ALOOF WHEN I SPIT THE TRUTH,
I BLOW THE ROOF RIGHT OFF THE BOOTH!
UNDER EVERY NAIL AND TOOTH,
THAT’S THE CROSS I CARRY
LIKE ALEXANDRIA, I AM THE LOST LIBRARY.

(HOOK)

I’M A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! A SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!
A SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!

(VERSE)

HEY, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY AN HOUR OF SCRABBLE?
WE COULD SCRAMBLE LANGUAGES LIKE THE TOWER OF BABEL.
BACK IN TIME, IF WE ONLY HAD THE POWER TO TRAVEL
WOULD EVE BE DECEIVED, NO MATTER HOW SOUR THE APPLE?
DEFLOWER THE CHAPEL, REMOVE THE SWORD FROM THE STONE;
WITH RESPECT, DISCONNECT, RIP THE CORD FROM THE PHONE.
I PRAY TO THE BURNING BUSH WHEN I’M BORED AND ALONE;
ENTER THE ANCIENT LAND OF KUSH TO GET MORE IN MY ZONE.

THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE POOR, LAST GNOSTIC PROPHET;
THE DREAD RED-EYE JEDI, READY TO BLAST OFF A ROCKET.
SPIRITUAL VEHICLES OF LIGHT, INSIDE THE COCKPIT; LYRICAL VISUALS I WRITE—SOMETIMES I TALK SHIT.
KEEP THE BLOCK LIT, COCK YOUR GLOCK FOR THE APOCALYPSE;
MANY MIGHT TALK THE TALK, BUT THEY DON’T WALK WITH CRIPS.
REJECTED CORNERSTONE, ON HIS OWN LIKE AN OBELISK
ONLY NEEDS TO LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO KNOW THAT GOD EXISTS.

(BRIDGE)

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOW HERE’S THE PROOF.
SO ALOOF WHEN I SPIT THE TRUTH,
I BLOW THE ROOF RIGHT OFF THE BOOTH!
UNDER EVERY NAIL AND TOOTH,
THAT’S THE CROSS I CARRY
LIKE ALEXANDRIA, I AM THE LOST LIBRARY.

(HOOK)

I’M A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! A SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!
A SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!

(VERSE)

BLOW THE TRUMPET SEVEN TIMES, DESTROY THE WALLS OF JERICHO;
TURNING WATER INTO WINE, I’M WHAT THE BIBLE CALLS A MIRACLE.
HEART CARRIES THE WORD OF GOD, BODY’S THE TABERNACLE;
TASTED FORBIDDEN FRUIT, LET EVE BITE INTO ADAM’S APPLE.
LANGUAGE HAS BEEN SCATTERED, THE RESULT: THE TOWER OF BABEL;
ENTERING MY THIRD-EYE CHAKRA INTO THE MIND, THE POWER TO TRAVEL.
STRUGGLE ON MY SHOULDERS LIKE THE PARABLE OF CAIN AND ABEL;
A BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, WITH NO NEED TO EXPLAIN THE FABLE.
NATURE IS MY MOTHER, MAKING DESTINY BELONG TO THE SEASONS;
SPENDING MOST OF MY TIME SLAYING DRAGONS, CONQUERING DEMONS.
TIME IS NOT MY FATHER—HE’S MORE LIKE AN ILLUSION; A SYSTEMATIC CALCULATION THAT HAS NO BEGINNING OR CONCLUSION.
THERE’S A WAR GOING ON OUTSIDE NO MAN IS SAFE FROM;
SPIRITUAL WARRIOR, NO MATTER WHAT MY FAITH, SON. I’M AN OLD SOUL SOLDIER FROM THE DAYS OF ATLANTIS; BE ONE WITH THE GODDESS, BUT NEVER PRAISE THE ENCHANTRESS.

(BRIDGE)

NOT A WELL-KNOWN SLEUTH;

NOW HERE’S THE PROOF.
SO ALOOF WHEN I SPIT THE TRUTH, I BLOW THE ROOF RIGHT OFF THE BOOTH!
UNDER EVERY NAIL AND TOOTH,
THAT’S THE CROSS I CARRY
LIKE ALEXANDRIA, I AM THE LOST LIBRARY.

(HOOK)

I’M A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! A SLEUTH!
A-A-A SLEUTH! SLEUTH!
SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!
A SLEUTH! A-A-A SLEUTH!