Ayo, we traveled like the clouds over hillsides

Took flight upon the breeze when I first felt the wind rise

And landed back within the womb when it′s said and doneFadey rhythms run as I sit upon the setting sun

Grandiosity, steady-handed high velocity

Absorbed the tones of rap-battle animosity

Decided it was not for me (nah) I'd rather cop a

Stock of matching crockery, rabid on a shopping spree

Hoard it, board it up in storage

Where I keep the game neatly organised and sorted in the

Hold of my war ship, only to import it back to

Flog it with a horse whip, tie it down and waterboard it

One handed, the other keeps the planets in their orbit

While the vision field is pleasantly distorted

Out in Japan the whole ordeal was sordid

Third dinner ordered four more portions of swordfish

Youthful energy is short-lived

Longevity is steady in the gift to forgive

Sipping Moscow Mules from a tin can

Masterful majestic unfolding of the wingspan

The final lessons yet to reveal

Is it in the bottle bottom, flesh, or the steel?

Meanwhile scribble texts on the hill

Roll another Yonny spin the technics and chill

Slang dealer all killer no fill

Swimming in the white powder fresh from the mill

In a field of daffodils from Brazil

Cook another meal, spin the technics and chill

Oh, my God we′re back

Matter fact were never gone

Steady on the grind, mind state is may just carry on

Like cherry bomb ticking, keep the aerosol clicking

Yo this shit is not a sprint, it's a marathon

For chickens, clucking, stuff the turducken

With the flavor base to end all discussions, baby cakes

Baste the epiderm for crunching, crisping

Escape failed state, Snake Pliskin

Punching through the glass ceiling

They can't tell me nothing ′bout a sad feeling

Last seen ′em busy with the merciless cash reeling

Pack leader, rap heater, Matt Wheeler

Black caesar composition, competition knees up

Ease up, seem a little tense like a tree trunk

These aren't the Jedi that you′re looking for so beat it, uh

Born to keep raw, until the last speaker's sore

Beats galore coming from a beast and a squeaky horn

Could we be wrong? I doubt it, that′s genetically impossible

A pocket full of options that's incomparable, still

(You seem to run out) of breathing space

The wolf′s come to hunt down the sheep in this steeplechase

It's fangtastic ravishing the deepest crates

Acclimatize your ears to great, homie we can wait

It's not like we ain′t done it now for years and flayed

The naysayers steadily with every release to date

Eat the bait as I reel you in and fear the pen

My dearest friend through thick and thin never with the bickering

Therapy and insulin that carries me through injured limbs

And sense of incompletion preaching periclean gentleman

Begging you to help me

Why don′t you help me?

Begging you to help me

Why don't you help me?

Begging you to-

Sink or swim ain′t never been important

As I shape shift to water born to nepalese temple springs

Sit and drink and pour one out for bill withers

Still rivers still run deep, gimme thrills shivers

Crawling up the spine, the mind is the real realness (hell, yeah)

Deal with the technics and chill with it