[Verse 1: s.al]
Verses guiding me back
They only have one contract
They hear it with an audience
How important, to make him believe it
Did I lie a little, of course
I gave the impression that I lived for years on the shores of banks
And often sat at the tables of famous cafes
Both places were like hell, a big temptation that might swell
A temple of motion, it's like Braille
I can't see but I can feel
Old familiar, the pulse of a brilliant billion co-inhabitants of this
Mind body, I'm oddly in unison
I thought calmly my ears perking at nobody
I'm used to this, what's his name
Gesture at the flotsam on the open sea
It can't decay, can it?
I put on immortality so we ought to take advantage of this opportunity
I'm somewhere in the Saturn, region
Wasn't a matter of contact to try and reach him
Loyal like Ed Meechum to the cause, but a different one
One of the gifted sons, did you expect something else?

[Verse 2: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Rap is an old board game, it's funner if you avoid fame
I need more space, know where my money go at this horse race
Twenty-seven wild years, rappers is noisy floor boards
I'm simply trying to sneak outta here, on tiptoe
And that doesn't speak to the ubiquity of pit holes
Of pot shots, lopsided polyglots, gloating openly
Snow coats and rosaries, rosemary
Gunning on my kicks again, making wisdom borne
Hyper beatitudinal, found a magnificent, the usual
Cut a rug by myself, that's usual
Who walk into any cipher in the world
Like I'm the greatest rapper facing grand doobies
And that's usually one seventh my process
To convert units of raw stress into fuel
As I plunge profound depths of consciousness
She said I reek of confidence, and dress like a huckster
Somethin' bout the lustre, shine peculiar
Who turned the eye back on the viewer
Moving at the speed of bad news
Black Orpheus enters the chat room
[Verse 3: SB the Moor]
And I found myself wonderin' what's next, lookin' for answers through text
Fightin' the primordial hex and remindin' myself I'm blessed
I respect the hustle, so I expect the muscle
Yeah, I been in a few tussles, overseas, smackin' dudes, feelin' pressed
Like garlic, onions, beans, rice, cumin seed
Revel in alchemy, one of the last few true human deeds
Human's thieve, raid, slaughter, or sacrifice our daughters
At the feminine altar, strap-on fittings falter equipped with the rock of Gibraltar
Double cock money shot, deep throat, gaggin' up cummy snot
Honey not that whole tummy taught
Mummy taught me to get the honey hot
SB the spirit swole bummy thot
Gettin' chummy with your mummy, ah
But I ain't tryin' to meet your daddy
Don't be on facebook tryin' to add me
I keep it straight, dub c, sippin' bubbly
Feelin' so lovely, 'cause I know my baby love me
When she pull up to the alley, oh

[Verse 4: Eldon Somers]
In a jigsaw world of straight lines and curve ball pieces
What is the kinesis of an embalmed thesis
Let loose the [?]
Then cut a rug, a theory to me is dreary to me if not conducive to love
Prayin' to the sluices above, let the juices rain down on I
Wipe the pussy out my beard, the moisture rise, will never dry
This is a stream of exclamation in a sea of humdrum occupation
Dum dum indoctrination, just put on your paces and step
Forward from the allure to Morgan Stanley and your people in strength
Peace to the east and it's breadth and that the esper is breath
In all the hustles we fell asleep and woke up with a crease in the neck
So if your spirit swole and you glow, just keep your peace
And if you know, your pieces whole, don't fear no beasts
No no no no no, don't fear no beasts, don't fear no beasts

[Outro]
In fact, I would say musicians are supposed to be God's harmony department. But most of the time they in discord and uh, in disharmony and they become commercial now. But actually, music is what's supposed to keep people inspired and keep them seein' this invisible beauty of the mind and spirit. That's what music is for, because it didn't originate on this planet, it came from somewhere else. It's a gift to this planet, like uh, poetry, and uh, sculpture, paintin'. All those things are gifts, because uh, not all men can be musicians, uh obviously, you know. So therefore, it's outside the ordinary, it's a gift. And if people take this gift, you see, appreciate it, and uh, a person can look at a beautiful painting and get inspired. 'Cause someone uh, had the energy and the sincerity to produce a beautiful painting. And that's the way it is with music. You got so much music, until um, you have to be able to use your intuition of listening to music that can do things for you, past, present, and future, all the way to the end of truth into the world of myth. And then you've got it made, 'cause you, you've stepped into the realm of impossibilities. And what this planet needs at this point, is for somethin' impossible to happen, to show a better way