First name, Holmes

I be in the zone

I'm a prophet not for profit I am never on my own

I'm a papi not a copy ain't gon' never been a clone

Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone

Last name, Sand

Find me in the jam

Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am

Any region, any season, over seas and over land

Intuition over reason as the means to understand

Homebase, earth

I'ma make it work

I'm a star that's on a trek

A bit of Spock a bit a Kirk

Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse

A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth

Lifestyle, God

She's not a mirage

And I may not be a muslim but I'm going on a hajj

Even though I'm not a christian any time I'm feelin cross

Any second I can check in with the boss

The most high blessed me with particular truth

I get extracurricular loose

Powered by first rate curcumin

Blood curdling loops

Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof

Latest turn on my internal pursuit

Not the one that's turning turtles to soup,

I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop

Nonetheless I'm trying to settle disputes

Poof

Passing on the virtual park jam

Just because I'm not a mark it makes me a marked man

Just because I don't believe in marketing I always gotta break off conversation trying to shake some unmarked van

Careful when you crossing the street

Watch for messengers

Leave a message after the beep

Something off in north america

Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip

Razor sharp there ain't no blunting the Bic

You never catch the blunt to my lips

Lately when I'm taking a risk

Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin a wish

All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist

Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist

Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit

While I exit I'ma blow you kiss

Heh

Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance

I'm boy sand everybody know i move different

A little bit more scientific

Big fish in a big pond, big dog

Clifford

Perhaps a bit a narcissist

No proceeding with the cautiousness

I up the consciousness

Yes

Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot

You could tell the way I walk wit a bop