Lyric

[Verse 1]

Yeah I light up slow, smoke twistin’ like a soul gone home

Ganja burnin’ while Smokey Robinson hums low

And I’m laid out on hot rock, nymph by my side

She smells like honey and the jungle, eyes like fire on the tide

We don’t care ‘bout time

We don’t talk ‘bout fate—

We're just laughin’ in a world where the gods showed up late

Then my phone rings — Bug on the line

Says “Nietzsche killed God, man, it’s his design”

I said, “Let it be, philosophers just talk trash,”

Tryna sound like Lou Reed, flippin’ the past

But I ain’t Lou, nah

And I ain’t Kendrick’s flame

I’m just another soul

Tryin’ to find his name

[Chorus]

If God was gone

Would you still pray in rhyme?

If truth got stoned

Would you still call it divine?

Let the stars fall down

While the freaks still shine—

The boy with the stammer’s

Got the clearest line

[Verse 2]

Nietzsche dropped Übermensch like a bomb in the sky

Me and Bug went quiet — too stunned to lie

It wasn’t just a word, it was a chord unplayed

A loop in the cosmos, a soul remade

Zarathustra ain’t scripture, it’s a one-man jam

A madman solo with no final plan

He played through the static, cried into the night

Wrote his madness in silence, never beggin’ for light

Yeah, he saw the rule:

You gotta kill your gods to groove

Burn the altar

Find your own move

[Bridge]

From jazz to funk to Zappa's scream

Truth ain't clean, man — it’s a dream

Funkadelic preached where angels fled

Sun Ra flew when the world played dead

And Beefheart roared like the moon was cracked

Playin’ notes that never came back

It ain’t religion, it ain’t survival tips—

It’s myth from the ash of apocalypse

[Chorus]

If God was gone

Would you still chase the light?

If rhyme was wrong

Would you still write at night?

Let the smoke curl up

In the shape of a sign—

The boy with no voice

Heard it all just fine

[Outro]

He don’t speak

But he knows the beat

He don’t rhyme

But he sees through time

We talk loud

But he’s the one who sees—

The stuttering boy

Sings in silent keys

Yeah, let 6 be 9

Let the stars misalign

'Cause when the gods fall quiet—

He’ll define the divine