They whisper tales
from ten years gone,
Tryna stitch my soul
in a desperate con,
Flickin’ pages,
citing ghosts,
Actin' like
they always knew me
the most.

Talk big game
in classy seminar halls,
But they can’t decode
my bathroom stalls.
Fake friends
soaked in noble gas,
Talkin’ ‘bout truth
while kissin’ my ass.

They read it
in a book,
so it must be divine,
But wisdom ain’t bought
in a checkout line.

Shook by the echoes
I leave in my trail,
While they debatin’
if Jonah ever met
this whale.

I’m the mystery man —
but you can call me
Mr. E,
Just passin’ through
your little
pretty galaxy,

I'm high
all the way to Kolob,
Hey,
check your DMs...

I'm the thankless friend
you never mention.
I left a payload
in your spam,
and you still
don't understand.

God says
Damn,
He's the Mystery Man

Bloated minds
on overheat,
Recycling thought
like gas-station meat.
Droppin' darts
on tenured frauds,
Blessed be A I,
I'm free
from the silicon gods.

Resumé crooks
in rented threads,
Spoutin' truths
they never bled.
Can't find the forest
through my verse,
Still quoting
old chapters
like I was a curse.

Mystics in the mirror
with no skin
in the game,
Spellin’ my name wrong
while jockin’
my flame.

I’m past the hype,
past the plan,
You’re just now askin' —
who's the mystery man?

So miss me
with that fake
high stance,
Your co-opt priests
don't know
how to dance.

Sit back down,
let the grown folk land —
This song ain’t about
your shaky brand.

They seekin' breadcrumbs,
I’m baking worlds,
Droppin’ gems
on them chains
where the data swirls.

Forget a blue chip,
I’m off-grid wealth,
Consuming wisdom
like a black hole,
flyin’ stealth.

They whisper tales
from ten years gone,
Tight threads
in the wrong fabric,
sewn all wrong.

Tryna sketch my past
with broken chalk,
Talkin’ like they know me —
but can’t walk
my talk.

Still I sit there,
grinnin',
playin’ along,
Listenin' to stale farts
dressed up
as ancient song.

Wisdom bloated,
ego coated,
Fakin’ woke
while drowning,
Jack —
they barely even floated.

Friends so righteous,
high on heady fumes,
Clutchin' their degrees
in academic tombs.

Shootin’ darts
of borrowed truth,
While I’m just vibin',
speakin’
101 proof.

Art look like TEMU,
smells like
your moms cooter,
It's easy
to hit a target
as a sharp shooter.

Ten years forged me —
now I bomb clean,
One sharp breath
blows a faker
into steam.

Now you sit
knees just aching,
Playing fake shaman
looking for my sin.

Illuminate my schisms?
Please.
I spit glyphs
that'd leave priests
on their knees.

I’m the Mystery Man —
no textbook
could scan,
I'm cast iron
on wood coals

yer an aluminum pan
on electric coils

this ain’t about
yer fake friend,
will always be a crook
in my book.
Ain't no such thing
as queens
without rooks.

You can never help a man
without his permission
Blow through your bones
like cosmic radiation.

Can't take this heat,
G T F O
my kitchen.

You’ll never find the forest,
you just thick,
in my trees,
I’m flyin’ leaf-blade wings
on a 5g breeze

Off the grid,
outta time,
but always
on your mind.

But don't forget,
i was never broke,
just waiting
on the right timeline.

I’m the mystery man —
you can call me
W B

Fuck you
and your friends,

Now welcome
to my galaxy.

Oh yeah
that's very cherry.