Occam's Razor Lyrics

Been on the south side of town

No patch on my jacket

Had to pick a reefer up

Had nowhere to stash it

Caught red-handed, then you know how to catch it

Lost all my money to an unknown bandit

Cut to the chase, I don't need the buff

Gimme the skinny - you talking tough

Occam's razor chalking up the rush

Simplest solution it was a bluff

Give 'em the edge of the other side

Slippin' the sentence like butter knives

Occam's razor gave me peace of mind

My only original alibi

Took a highway to hell, with an 18 wheeler

Fiddle made of gold, smokestacks high as cedars

When the night fell I couldn't tell if it was me, or

The sky painted pictures of the worlds last scene

I was down bad

Thinking clear but I'm half mad

North town but I'm goin' back to Calabas

Movin' weight like the railroad tracks

Red glare on my Gucci sunglass, ay

I took the wheel

Ezekiel handed me keys to the steel

Now I'm on the road with a bandage to heal

I'm paving my path so the gates may reveal

The place in the sky

The flames in their eyes

This is not goodbye

It's only the rise

It's all in good time, did I see that it wasn't just me

There's at least a hundred thou out there

Who believe

Been on the south side of town

No patch on my jacket

Had to pick a reefer up

Had nowhere to stash it

Caught red-handed, then you know how to catch it

Lost all my money to an unknown bandit

Cut to the chase, I don't need the buff

Gimme the skinny - you talking tough

Occam's razor chalking up the rush

Simplest solution it was a bluff

Give 'em the edge of the other side

Slippin' the sentence like butter knives

Occam's razor gave me peace of mind

My only original alibi

Thus was foretold

By the Grand Talismans of old

Mercenary, M, 13th in the alphabet

Seen a lot of crazy shit

Hadn't seen nothin yet

Magi in 3s, with the Holy Ghost prominent

West Coast fault lines

Where I met Providence

Blast from above, the wings of a dove

I outstretched my palm and I felt the wind rush

The spirit of lands, grains of the sand

My spirit came back to me

So may I stand

The vision so grand it's the center of spirals

The closing in, opening far beyond Miles

A distance too near to call past or the future

It's here and it's now

It's a flesh wound of sutures

I took a commuter

Agents so undercover they're the shooters

Doing 190 at 3am, ruthless

It's not a warpath it's how we gotta do this

Ou

Been on the south side of town

No patch on my jacket

Had to pick a reefer up

Had nowhere to stash it

Caught red-handed, then you know how to catch it

Lost all my money to an unknown bandit

Cut to the chase, I don't need the buff

Gimme the skinny - you talking tough

Occam's razor chalking up the rush

Simplest solution it was a bluff

Give 'em the edge of the other side

Slippin' the sentence like butter knives

Occam's razor gave me peace of mind

My only original alibi