Widescreen

[Intro] [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Yesterday I had a talk with my reverend About how I traded my soul to get a skeleton Of Lucifer, so a nigga can mount it on his wall Hella high, hella high so an angel can never fall Smoking on the mystical chronic from a shaman Disguised as Andre Young with razor blades under the tongue Hopefully his speech impediments might call upon, petchulants So he can rip the wings off of Cosmo, and Pegasus Eating Flapjacks with a cannibal Captain K'nuckles Kamakaze, jeepers creepers, read the power, ate his tonsils Threw it up, gave it to an asthmatic Swapping spit with crack addicts, Complex magazine and mathematics Dilated with the ganja and peripherals I look at things as cynical, I put the fun in funeral A misty, mystic, mischievous one Burning papers of the book, Fahrenheit 451 [Chorus] Can you see what I see? Look at life in 3D (Widescreen) Can you see what I see? Look at life in 3D (Widescreen) Can you see what I see? Look at life in 3D (Widescreen) Can you see what I see? Look at life in 3D (Widescreen) [Verse 2] Trying to achieve the same color as tile sky forest I see everything like I'm Horus So watch man, like I'm into Rorschach STDs and bullets—that's what happens when them guns clap Wickedly sticking these bitches, G', I'm Ice Cube Jackson 5 fingers of death, I'm packing Something that will make you feel like a paraplegic Paralyzed when folks no habla murder thesis Told based God I'd give him a virgin sacrifice And stepped into a Pantheon and said "Yo, which one you like?" Step to Aphrodite with an amethyst rock Crystal, get it dog? nah that's a Shih Tzu If you don't really get the moral of the song Basically, I see crazy shit, when I grip the bong So maybe right now, you know what that means My eyes are dilated, all three, in HD [Outro leading into N64]