My eyes scan the horizon light enters the optics
lens focus the cornea as the data gets processed
the brain adjusts the image flips it right-side up
modifies perception by thirty frames per second
optic nerve fibers collect info from rods and cones
colors and lightings make visions across the scope
"seeing is believing" but the brain does the work
eyes are only organs functions made by the nerves
the physical form of it can only do physical things
on prophetic insights the eyes merely limit the link
"hindsight is twenty-twenty" but eyes are blind themselves
let me remind you, you can't see behind yourselves
that's where the brain plays, opens the third eye up
activates the Chakra see everything in nirvana
look inside the self for trillions of neuron reserves
systems from atomic levels reveal perspective of Earth
now my nose inhales the chemicals that range a mile
detects the slightest scent of pheromones that're aerial-born
nerves connected inside send signals past the thalamus
as the brain gathers data from afferent neurons after it
I sense the molecules smell perceptions of fear
at the same time my prey hides suppressing its gears
the predator listens for sound waves that resonate
from the rapid heartbeat that reverb and escalate
in all four ways: South, East, North, and West
success rates rise with time till it's just short of death
changes in air pressure increases in the cochlea
as sounds pass the M.I.S to hair cells in the tectorial
allow me to mimic the Daredevil's feat
as I close my eyes to outline the world as air travels free
I can taste the close victory like you crave for smoked hickory
I'm ill but the way I'm centerpiece you're never sick of me
electrons get consumed the taste causes more endorsement
I've studied the process of enzymes and proteins in proteomics
the brain forces hunger but taste creates desire
lyrically taste buds get numb but tongues retain the fire
apply it to real life, realize that if you betray trust
it's yours or another's either way you have to taste blood
feel the pressure? tactile systems can sense the stimulus
but I keep the pressure under me or else death is imminent
heat rises fast with chills sent down my spinal cord
as I probe the universe that surrounds me by the chords.
lens focus the cornea as the data gets processed
the brain adjusts the image flips it right-side up
modifies perception by thirty frames per second
optic nerve fibers collect info from rods and cones
colors and lightings make visions across the scope
"seeing is believing" but the brain does the work
eyes are only organs functions made by the nerves
the physical form of it can only do physical things
on prophetic insights the eyes merely limit the link
"hindsight is twenty-twenty" but eyes are blind themselves
let me remind you, you can't see behind yourselves
that's where the brain plays, opens the third eye up
activates the Chakra see everything in nirvana
look inside the self for trillions of neuron reserves
systems from atomic levels reveal perspective of Earth
now my nose inhales the chemicals that range a mile
detects the slightest scent of pheromones that're aerial-born
nerves connected inside send signals past the thalamus
as the brain gathers data from afferent neurons after it
I sense the molecules smell perceptions of fear
at the same time my prey hides suppressing its gears
the predator listens for sound waves that resonate
from the rapid heartbeat that reverb and escalate
in all four ways: South, East, North, and West
success rates rise with time till it's just short of death
changes in air pressure increases in the cochlea
as sounds pass the M.I.S to hair cells in the tectorial
allow me to mimic the Daredevil's feat
as I close my eyes to outline the world as air travels free
I can taste the close victory like you crave for smoked hickory
I'm ill but the way I'm centerpiece you're never sick of me
electrons get consumed the taste causes more endorsement
I've studied the process of enzymes and proteins in proteomics
the brain forces hunger but taste creates desire
lyrically taste buds get numb but tongues retain the fire
apply it to real life, realize that if you betray trust
it's yours or another's either way you have to taste blood
feel the pressure? tactile systems can sense the stimulus
but I keep the pressure under me or else death is imminent
heat rises fast with chills sent down my spinal cord
as I probe the universe that surrounds me by the chords.