Aubergine

[Intro]

Psychiatry started exploring these methods in the nineteenth century

Charcot  was interested in the, in the psychiatric disorder called hysteria

And he began using hypnosis, uh, to command away symptoms

Whether these people actually have visions of a past life is not the point

They believe they do

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]

Condition, fortress of conventions

Forced but I saw it as an entrance

A door, knew there were other senses

This is vision with a vengeance, this is radical ascension

This is one for mi kindred, where you at?

This is breath for the winded, clarity if conflicted

Smoke and tarry, then I listen

In the valley, intervention

Take my time, for a spell being strengthened

A renewal, I reflect, I remember

I been gassed, I been runnin' on potential

On a path, I might fast, sweep the temple

Mop the floor, wipe the window, life before life essential

I'm in the now, I'm in the now, I'm in the now, I'm in the now

Inner space, searching central, keepin' tempo

Can't complain, it's the sun I resemble

Many colors streak sky to the East, rise, then repeat

Pink hued like heat peak synthesis

Star circle my vicinity, if you givin', give it willingly

This is cleansing fire co-d, purified by the OZ

Fully charged, I'm a sun, I'm a star

I got range, I know just who I are

Weave what he want and it's still on the one

'Cause I wander don't mean that I'm lost

'Cause I wonder don't mean that I'm stumped

Bending wills to exactly what I want

I been hunted, I been shielded, I feel love here

[Bridge: FIELDED]

I feel love here

I feel love here

I feel love here

[Interlude]

With a truthfulness, which impressed you, with the idea

Almost that he himself had just returned from the journey

Which existed only in his imagination

[Verse 2: billy woods]

I send brothers to the store, I keep something in the cupboard

I'm stubborn, I am my mother's love measured in eyedroppers

Burnt rubber from the coppers

The eye doctor leapt, shocked, my third eye

Don't believe me? Just watch my chakras (Still hot at night)

Shots pop in the hills of Caracas

Negroes shoot for the top, I always had poor posture

Traps packed with dead lobsters

Bottom feeders toasting grappa, basic, penne alla vodka

You order off the menu, chef handmade me latkes

I don't care, I don't be countin' niggas' pockets

Westworld niggas re-rebooting, recyclin' the same shooting

Rappers tired, inertia the only thing keep 'em movin'

Glassy-eyed in the stu', that street date looming (You know who)

Toast coriander and cumin

Crush fragrant, slow, circular movements

In the garden, nascent, she let me ate it, I'm only human

[Outro]

You're home and dry

Combien de fois?

I don't understand français, je–

How many times?

Relax, relax, don't be frightened, it's fun

Will you come on a cruise with me to, um...

Only if I have the top berth

*Laughter*