I’m seeking a queen, a modern-day Mona Lisa with the mind of Hypatia,
A soul dipped in alchemy, her vibe supreme, no fantasia.
She moves like a ghost in the opium haze, untouched by the craze,
Quoting Wu-Tang lines while decoding ancient ways.
She’s got that Renaissance finesse, curves like the Vitruvian,
While her aura hits harder than Rakim’s communion.
Her love’s rare, like a philosopher’s stone—
Built to last, like Illmatic on a solid gold throne.
Took the Scooby Doo perc and it fucked with my perception of time so hard that I started seeing ambivalent beings writhing through the confines of the cracks in my walls