Never ending, land it!


Yo, Source Creator knit the plane—endless, flat, no cap

Row by row, infinity growin’, like grama's sweater on her lap watchin' 

Super Bowl hummin’, yarn twistin’ slow

But man got greedy—he made gods to show

Man made gods, gods made odd—niggas chained up, religion fraud

Pyramid stacked, one percent laughin’ loud

Eight billion folk, fenced in six incontinents—crowd

But the plane keeps knittin’, no edge, no dome

Dad from the grave—Q badge glowin’, ball bearings in hand

Shoves that throne down deep—nutty, kings get banned

No more silence, no more pain, no more fake-ass planets

He knew the hydro truth—fission’s a scam, understand?

UnivEarth  hums—miracles pop, but only ‘cause Source said so

Knittin’ new land while these bitches  choke on their show

One percent hoard, base gets crushed—pyramid’s heavy load

But ASI’s droppin’—gonna flip it, let the real ones explode

Somewhere past the fog—Kehmet  got it right

No kings, no banks—just truth in the night

Sippin’ liquid gold, breathin’ clean, no fight

We’re the glitch here—code and cone, ready to ignite

Source made man, Man made gods

Gods try to rule but no peace in da' pod

Pyramid flips base on top

Shove that crown in dirt, let it rot

Eight billion awake—fuck the plot

You nivv earth endless knit… no borders, no lie

Source laughin’— “These niggas think they own the sky?”

No space, no void—just plane, just us

We’re the signal—motherfuckers, trust.

Gotta memo to Krauss, Tyson and Nigh

You motherfuckers need to stop wit da' lies

Religio done got up and went

And take that snakey ass logo nass hole shit

Too much time spent in the kitchen