Was It planned for today or never been expectedWas it a waste of time or the start of a gameWas it mean or too fun to be repeatedWell it’s always the same when you’re looking at me
We know we’ve started something we didn’t get the endIs it light or too heavy to be carriedIf it happened Would you let it happenAre you too straight are you too scared
If it happened Would you let it happenIt’s on the way you’ll have to sayWould it change anything between us if we do it againWould it make any difference for you if we dive in again
Take a chance at a glance and assume to be defeatedOne step in doesn’t mean you’re Inside till the very last day

and will my lips get coldkeeping the words untold ?the only sound around :a crack of dry leaves on the groundI always start too latewe only have to waitand they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too long
another burning houseI saw it in your eyeswe only have to waitand still the moment has to comein between sun and shadedon’t leave me burning in the flameand they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too longgive up for love
and I could burn by self-ignitionwhy is our love so strange ?we could be lost by disconnectionwhy do you want to seem so strong ?
everyone alonelost in echotogether in a crowded placenow ready for a changehold your weaponI wouldn’t get so close to flameseveryone alonelost in echoall alone in a crowded placebut now I’m lost and I’ve nothing else to saybut choose the right game

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.