Step right up! Step right up!
Ladies and gentleman….QuesMark?!

You can’t comprehend the shit you’re in for
There’s some adventure inside the enchanted entrance and more
Mysteries inside encyclopedia pink
Opens further with this little plant that I’m bout’ to eat
Now I’m steppin’ in the space in hopes to in indulge in mindlessness
Your heroic dose is my lowest tolerancе
Many broken promises, I’m close to thе mode of timelessness
Every time I’m involved, a whole host of comets hit
Niggas smoke a lot of shit, tryna open cosmic rifts
Lineage and penmanship could spark a whole apocalypse
Hold a lot of shit for myself at high standards
Prince turned king, QuesMark? The Necromancer
Methods to apply high thinking with dope stanzas
Shit is planetary, galaxy-brain searching for answers
Alien child with the indica, I’m indigo
You witnessing unlimited vision….think I’m schizo?
(Or maybe a sicko?)
You’re always cast out when tryna be outside the M.O
You know how shit goes
Alleviate and alienate, my aura 888
Indigo child from a once distant place
We in a time where the aliens could see good grace
And tryna be outside the Milky Way is now a cliche
Free from the heebie jeebs, we seek the peace
We need some weed, cheeba, green, fiends need a piece
Three-Deep and he seeks to seize, be Kings Disease
These geeks unleash meager pleas, fake Eazy-E’s
He, She’s, and We’s cleaned the seats, please be police
So what constitutes a real muthafuckin’ G?
Nigga…