neither yours nor mine, this timeneither lie nor truth, but liferiddle of your heart and minethat you have to solve nowand find
on the sea it’s all whitethe sand,as pale as the salt or the snow
the sound of sea
neither right nor wrong, this timeneither lie nor truth, but liferiddle of your heart and minethat we have to solve nowgo-find
on the sea it’s all whitethe sand,as pale as the salt or the snow
the sound of sea-tides
on the sea it’s all whitethe sand,as pale as the salt or the snow
the sound of sea-tides

I don’t need to flyI don’t need to flyI don’t need to flyI don’t need to fly
Meeting in HeavenGo from pillow to post me.Vision in HeavenGo from pillow to post me.Meeting in HeavenGo from pillow to post me.
I don’t need to flyI don’t need to flyI don’t need to flyI don’t need to fly
Go from pillow to post me.Meeting in HeavenGo from pillow to post me.Vision in HeavenGo from pillow to post me.

The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again
The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again

Out with the cats in the hood with the rap
Hustle though the rocks where most men slept
In the wasteland where the Wasco slept
Come on Ashley and watch your step

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophoneOlfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoamAs for battle raps and who's the dopestLearned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosisPrognosis was never be the baron of this rap shitBut you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fitIm rocking mine with pride and style it upSlightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cutScratch an accapella like a lottery ticketDug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped itLove to make her shake and taste her lipstickThe way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuitWhen I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in meWalk the fine line between debauchery and sorceryMicrophone magician, construct an algorithm with precisionRhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a missionWishing upon a star..Green to the T with the caviar now check the referenceMusical allusions in the sessionsPlus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence




Dont get no water on the gremlinsGet slaughtered like LemmingsMake 'em board up the KremlinHigh treason.. down with the regent
I was harassed and fought like Harrison Fordin that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.Where are your balls? I'm tearing you alla new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.If you had any idea of the mind focusthat goes into every word that I write on thispeace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones withmy ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem ifyour name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.

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