(Verse 1: Poor)
Future beings seeing the big picture, and it's picture-perfect
travel the time continuum to tamper with our purpose
planted their chromosomes inside the beasts' bones
then gave birth to a new nome, and flew back home
left clones in Egypt and Rome, and taught tech
and spoke rumors of lost ships, scribes, and hieroglyphs
they built their messages in monuments
the bread crumbs for their clans that can acknowledge it.
The wormhole walkers, camouflaged in flesh
the cattle's destination is death,
each step calculated from a mind elevated with time
collecting knowledge of a thousand lives, and never die
Dark side of Johnny Five
on Planet Unknown, whose orbit intercepts with our own--if we can call it ours
black holes are dead stars, and the next is Mars
get far with advanced mechanics from gold bars

(Hook:)
Up up up and away we go
Baby we got miles to go
Flying high and hiding low
Let the music take control

(Verse 2: NowOrNever)
Arrival from the sky, a watching eye just like a spy
the unseen craft flies, observing the stash, high
over clouds as it dives to the ocean and hides
in the abyss where they existed previous to the ride
'cause their planet had dried and cause the fires to rise
forced to journey or die, with fate decided by time
faster than the speed of light they journeyed back to the shine
of the sun of which they came from, discarded behind
from generations before, the destination's unsure
but achievable, deceiving to the ones who explored
with limited resource while they're decreasing the force
they navigate the face of the galaxy's free course
top speeds through the dark, seeking historical landmarks
like street signs, left by the elders who planned smart
predicted in their texts, yo they sketched and mapped charts,
but here on Planet Earth is where their newest impact starts

(Hook)

(Verse 3: MICjordan)
You and I are livestock, for real, folks know that
still, we don't ask "who owns this ranch?" Go back
to antiquity, our ancestors said of man's history
we were given civilization pretty much instantly
including math, medicine, how to harvest grain and more
Elohim, Anakim, the names of those who came before
they brought gifts mixed with curses like how to write and say words
what to pray for, to whom, even how to slay with swords
enslaved through pain and horror, what's insane is it's just a game for
creators of pawns they arm to wage wars
man doesn't understand but still he pays for
agendas hidden beneath they initially came for.
If it's true we're doomed, what are we blamed for
when we're groomed through wounds that persistently stay raw?
We presume they're tombs and the pyramids ain't more,
seen anew [Anu], what they're doing is opening space's door

(Hook)