…I keep all these memories unlocked in my heart’s hidden compartments, like all the packed boxes still strewn about my apartment; like all the particles phasing in and out, traveling, nomadic, Sephardic. I’m just passing through y’all, but I came to get this party started. So watch me make moves through the crowd, call me Moshe when I part it. The body is a temple so you know I keep mine well guarded. Shaolin fist with a blessed wrist, open hand shows you the direction in which I’ve departed. Interdimensional transcendental omnidirectional starkid.

Spitting on another Ohr track soon…