Intro (Bruce Lee)
I said empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or it can crash. Be water my friends.

(Apex)
They say everything is emptiness/but emptiness is form
The conundrum that I'm havin/is applyin this to the norm
In a world full of villains/and a thousand Desert Storms
Time for discipline bitches/this is my road to real riches

Dark room deserted/by God and all his servants
Readin Bible/Quran/Torah none of it's working
Now that's not a simple write off/of a thousand holy sermons
But as the German Clark Kent said/God is fucking dead

So I sit and sit still/like my face was on a bill
And meditate upon/all I've come to know as trill
All the gats and fat beats/that made the culture ill
Respect but I reject em/like a chick off of the pill

Bury myself in the bodhi/like I'm runnin from Apollo
Call me Morpheus son/better believe the pill is tough to swallow
Swallow's echo hollow/but the song is far from shallow
If you understand this/then you'll see the life of Marlowe

And end all speculation/it leads to abomination
These perspectives I've rejected/cause you know they lead to Satan
Not the scholar but the baller/that terrorized every Pagan
Just kidding simple Simon/"Paganism" is a myth like

Gender and nationality/morals and rationality
Human perspective is rejected/by most of reality
10,000 things that matter/as much as Bing
Better Google and rewind dude/don't wanna miss a thing

Golden lion tryin/to end an age of ever lyin
Con men drawn in/cause living sucks it's hard man
Better to be a dick/than a pussy lettin em all in
You're that short sighted?/then sorry kid but you're fired

Understand my plan/I'm not sayin I'm perfect
Yeah I slack and I lie and I steal/but never worth it
It's not the state of things/that matter to real kings
But the path into the present/that we learn from past lessons

And the future of the buddha/is missing the whole point
Fuck a life of fame and riches/preach it loud and rock the joint
If the present ain't a present/then my presence I appoint
To schooling you motherfuckers/until you burn the coin

And arson every idol/Iconoclasts are my rivals
Apparently I'm a parent/to parents of the survival
A terror still suicidal/despite soarin revival
Of hope inside a bloke/that takes too many tokes

You think this is a joke?/Choppin off my own arm
Ironically this soliloquy/brings me far from harm
Expressin despite reggression/and powerin through the towers
One step up two steps back/three steps forward and that's that