Verse 1
Closin' my eyes I imagine 9 rings around Saturn
Reminiscent of a record, wide open with the pattern
Needle in the groove, while the feeble are confused
62 moons orbit, while the ears , they consume
And eat up, my feet up; headphones on, it's so strong
When sounds off, it sounds off and goes on, it prolongs
I unwrap a blunt wrap, salad dress, NO tongs
Relieve stress, those depressed, play Holcomb folk songs
In the cosmos, clouds become convos
Provoking thought as it's blown out my nostrils
Potent like smell s of paint from cans of Krylon
Walls are bombed, similar to fallen Saigon
Egyptian Hieroglyphs, Catacombs of Rome
Movin' obelisk, worldly rollin stone
Windmills, flares, Air swipes of ALL types
Sounds take me to higher heights on extended flights, now

CORE/US:

Me, Music...paint the sound scapes from deep influence
Of the memories that complete our union...
Feelin' so free, when I speak it fluid
Lovin' how we do it.


Verse 2
For every track there's a memory attached
From childhood adolescence to adulthood in the present
Certain songs you hear raise so many questions
Then later on the answers comes when you least expect it.
Disperse for your thirst, the stamp is unanimous
Spread throughout like rapid growing cells that are cancerous
The U.S. and abroad, Hawaiian skies, London Fog
Lyrics stay inscribed in your mind forever logged
Word Up Magazine cut out posters I was plastering
All over my white walls, I'm quite sure
My love for this art would glow in the dark with lights off
...Like the strong glow of phosphorous to oxygen
Once's voice should only slice the silence when its optimum
...Cause for decades fingers have pressed play
And cats have grabbed the scepter, but its not their forte'
Money got up in the way, Music turned a shade of grey, uh.

CORE/US:
Me, Music...paint the sounds capes from deep influence
Of the memories that complete our union...
Feelin' so free, when I speak it fluid
Lovin' how we do it.


Verse 3
Cadence in my language, engraved in the pavement
When I walk, onlookers gawk and don't say shit
Locs swing, twisted crown, my life has shifted now
Not the same two years prior when the shit went down
Music was my confidant, the soul of the ambiance
Prompting me to drop seeds similar to Octomom
...Verbal Kumite Kata to ya Shotokan
Tap ya Chin Na controllin both ya fire arms
I closely analyze bullets before the gun is jumped
I go ballistic, cause I skill for more than crumbs.
Target every market, expansive demographic
Package the passion for my fans that's everlasting
The games cup spilleth with enough fillers
Reinforcing concepts of the glass ceiling.
Shatter patterns, baskin' in melodic vastness
Treble clef ya pallete, sun shadows I'm castin'

CORE/US:

Me, Music...paint the sound scapes from deep influence
Of the memories that complete our union...
Feelin' so free, when I speak it fluid
Lovin' how we do it.