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BATH SALTS

Cleansed by the bath salts of this earth
Died once or twice try to focus on rebirth
I am the son of Gilgamesh
Way less clean, but a lot more fresh
Unearthed on an archeological tell
Poison in the water drunk from the well
In tunnels of Taoist temples find my sketching
On walls of Egyptian pyramids celebrated by etchings
Older than time dysfunctional, but rhymed
Amputated and cremated my existence enshrined
Defy documentation of accepted history
Hazier than the mist that cloud up a mystery
From druids to Samarians they can attest, they know my crest
Keeping answers hidden and close to the vest
Like watching the sunrise in the west
A secret society burdened by sobriety
Not for the pious to assume this propriety
I was chewing coca leaves when I discovered Authtralia named a city Perth
I was juthst emerthed in the bath thalts of thith eath

My cell phone’s ringing it’s easter island
Aks me the meaning of life I’ll just smile and
Give the sly response that characterizes wisdom
Categorize my knowledge by dewy decimal system
Mingled with forgotten species subterranean
Helped to chalk out the first draft of the prime meridian
I carved the path for the grapes of wrath
Used earthly salts to make my bath


I’ve had my work get banned been fanned by concubines of the Taliban
Knocked some Indians right out of a spelling bee
Had native American shamans put blessings upon me
Played on grass and Astro-turf terraformed planets with material sponsored by nerf
Before phinneas gage was all the rage had a spike through my skull and wore it on stage
There’s an ending to pie, but I ate that page
On My first hunt trapped a jackelope
Introduced it to a Minatare and the two of them eloped
I’m too dope to cope gotta go down before extending my periscope
A week before kanye i claimed to do all this shit cuz my life is dope
think you can follow me? Answer’s probably nope

No patience for shit that get too witchy
Knew cleopatra before she turned bitchy
After 30 days and 30 nights my shit was all itchy
Knew about judas but didn’t tip off jesus, no snitch, see?
Stood under obelisks blacked out by their shadow
Sometimes I wonder bout all those bath salts I had yo



Had quite a run trying to stick the landing
Lost some contemporaries, yet I am still standing
Brag til my face starts to twitch and my cranium dizzy
GOdd had sacks of them bath salts delivered straight to the hizzy
Reincarnated more times than the dalai lama
Dictated you can’t touch this to mc Hamma

Those that I shared with swore off drug like forever
Never had so much attention get paid to my lever
I’m the difference between fusion and fission
I am your leader now partake in my vision



I’ve been cleansed by bath salts of the earth
Died once or twice try to focus on rebirth

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from “Bath Salt of the Earth”, released June 3, 2022

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