Golden Mean Callon B (Ft. Simple)

[Verse 1: Callon B]

We squaring circles, the paranormal don't compare to normal
Immortal, Throw the game in a portal, similar to cornhole
Numbers on the board it'll thunder it'll pour if you slumber on the lords
Think I'm Drunvalo, learned that a Moon ago
Served it on a silver platter you know where the spoon should go
Paradigm lucid flow, the dead turn heads every time I resurrect the soul
I'm my biggest threat, already high and I ain't hit it yet
Found Lucy and I hit the set, needed Kitty so I raid the vet
Fuck a day of rest, my conscious always fucking upset
Cave drawings in the K-Hole
Rehab coming out the payroll
Outfit a couple days old
Stains on the shirt came from Day Glow
Shifting shapes like play doe, funny now I'm Plato
A fucking philosopher
With a Moss Berg finna dump at an officer
Chugging the cough syrup, end the next trend give a fuck if it's popular
On alert, such frightening words
Got karma, biting the curb
From the county but I'm tight with the urb....an area cuz I'm right with the words
Fibonacci rhymes
1, 1, 2, 3, 5
See I'm 3 eyed
I-N-D-I.....G-O
Won't be denied