I fucking love this song but my God the rap verses in this thing are such a fucking pain, you can easily tell I gave up on this thing halfway through

Summon'd by a call, buried in us all
Anyone can see, what it means to me
Finally 'companied in omniverse
Dreaming sweet in C

Governed by a mean, commonwealth unseen
Pirates in denial, plundered every file
Lo, with misbegotten woe to burn
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Knowledge wasn't power if it couldn't flex its muscle every hour
Christopher Columbus killed exactly how he thrilled

Una ciudad submarina
Loco comprendo si es cierto
Necesito explicar una cosa, Interesante

At 300 hours a melange of mirages
Appeared out of nowhere
Fully tantamount to mystery lights
So the yacht steered to go there

Cool breeze from the ghost ship, Tears of Allah
The passengers shout out a
"Holla!" "Shalom!" "Voila!" "Haha!"

The Mediterranean protects Atlantises
Projected by ancient praying mantises
Blue holes hold a wealth of clues
Depending upon a scuba divers' points of views
See, we have to choose what we have to lose
Weakened all weekend by shots of booze
At the Bamboo Shack a Goombay Punch
Moreso encourages holding a lunch

Hast thou marine iguanas in the bahamas
& Or is that more of a galapagos thing
Darwin acquiesced to the best a priori
Bermuda FM's immortal crustacean king

Trust when they learned it was combustible
They had to thrust deeper into the impossible
Beyond killer feels, past electric eels
Resort hotels with eclectic deals
Resisting all of Neptune's appeals
Finally, quoth the Shark Lady:
"In a coral reef near the floor of the sea
Sits a chest blessed with three skeleton keys
These should grant you access to pass with ease"

Orichalcum was the beat of the hour
With a certain magical, edible flower
Under thick glass domes (Late quesadillas)
Upon the ocean bed (resultan en pesadillas y suenos)
People busted rhymes (fantasticos)
About the day of the dead
Orichalcum was the beat of the hour
One supermetal with all the power
Dip a submarine (Es peligroso)
Ride a motorbike (volar en interiores)
Take a vacuum train (No helicoptoeros)
To any place that you like
Native Lucayans explained
Displacing ions anointing vampires
With dandelions

Teas brewed stirring up Yeezus
Bewitching a Jesus
Suggesting The Beatles
Couldn't please us
Silent platinums sold

Coronation for a ruler of measuring things
A nation burdened by infinite wings
Da Vinci's cartwheels ambidextrous
MJ thought that Bey was too dangerous
Elvira cast spells to sell hex appeal
Madonna was real

At the risk of waxing pedantic
They declared the taxing romantic
Junglas spilling milkshakes kneeled in prayer
Thick lipstick everywhere

Gold, black, and aquamarine
Flanked R.M.S. Philistine
Nickel-Lead-Bronze-Copper-Zinc-Graphene
In place of gasoline
In and around the Atlantic Gyre
Rumors trickled down the wire
Dolphins spread the fateful secret well
From April 1912
Papa Smurf surveyed the turf
Of raging surf wars and star bores
The Doors all but opposed to closing old shores

Summon'd by a call, buried us all
Yes, they were blinded by light
White Star Line, goodnight
Navigating constellations
So numerous and bright

Anyone can see, what it means to me