AN IDEA IS A WORK OF ART (feat. Mike Ladd)

On a quest to get open and free Indeed, on a quest to get open and free I do as I please as it pleases me Sneezed on the knee of an MC most egregiously Never begged they pardon calling my behavior modern I circumambulate with the psycho-active animate Basket case candidate for high stakes life, gambling I'm ambling to the greater matter with my gray matter Build gray matters, build better answers to destructive questions Mother inventions, weathering God's pop quizzes No matter what the odds, isn't odd, isn't it How this wall between us dislodge with one fidget It's not a gimmick, but a superpower I've seen whole crews devoured by a Person who is now a tagline on a bodybag Bagpipes cause you had to lollygag Gully gully wall with the Buddy Holly walk in Islamabad Or it felt like it Yelling Hellfyre into microphones, came out swingin' Vaseline on forehead, winner sorted Fiddlesticks, write a riddle to grant your own wish Toss the homie a beat like "hold this" Art rap globalist, legion of hoodwinkers Seasonal mood lingers, among broke bootleggers Hoop jumper for pleasures The many ventures of them pennypinchers The skinny ledger leaker Minute hedge fund freaker, done being a thinker Hehe, 'til we meet again At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin At the Comfort Inn, hunny hunnerin It's the other who others whoever It's the other who others whoever On the quest to get open and free On the quest to get open and free Ran through a lot of gasoline Ran through a lot of gasoline It's the opposite of picking cotton Rule number five It's the opposite of picking cotton On the quest to get open and free We built better answers It's the others who other whoever It's the others who other whoever On the quest to get open and free A quest to get open and free Ponder this Einstein How does music fold space and time? Realign locations with emotional space and verse stations Less diverse is Hawking's with the gate open Two billion ghosts walking the base of oceans I'm talking about the base of the crossing The low end to the screen More frequencies in between and some focus on the moon But this base was born on an island of survivors and Reverberations and depths of millions of square miles Our blues born from the deepest blue And black and green that got us through Psychosomatic smokescreens to flip the world over We ride trauma like moguls on slopes Invoking old moguls in hopes royal lines will guide us What if royalty despised us? And there's no chosen, no laws Just Rakim on them mountaintops Or Nazir at Harvards by Paul We're riding waves in centuries before Slave trades no surprise we glide on the micros One off bars on technos [?] we gonna ease into Cantonese Same we did with Ingles, Francais, and Espanol Meandering through Mandarin with a one that's one million years old This beat is gold Ergo, milo knows the only gold is soul That's what Columbus was really looking for It's the others who other whoever It's the others who other whoever On the quest to get open and free The quest to get open and free