[Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Nature honors persistence, infinitude runs through you for an instant
Martyred for visions, braced for collision
Landing, docking, branding, mocking
Trying very hard, I know you are, but now's the time for doing
Now's the time for choosing, leveling up, the overflowing of cups
The filling of treasure chests, the perpetual yes in dress shoes
The ripest of vegetables, that's what I be munchin' on, 'cause I'm, uh

[Verse 2: SB The Moor]
Sonic geometry, the language of frequency, so
Coming frequently, do, making science frequently, uh
New Earth, filled with new verbs
Canonically bumping speakers, sounding superb
And we burnin' new herb, locked into the nether-sphere
Constantly in a trance, but we never fear
Okay, well, maybe just a little, but I swear
That I will steal the devil's fiddle and make him cut a rug right down the middle with

[Chorus: R.A.P. Ferreira & SB The Moor]
New slurs, new verbs
New curves, new nouns, new sounds
New pounds, new rounds, new hounds
You frown, you frown
New slurs, new verbs
New curves, new nouns, new sounds
New pounds, new rounds, new hounds
And you frown
[Verse 3: SB The Moor]
I was a baby rapper, rhyming in my own words
And I do the same thang now, twenty odd years
Spent up in the clouds with some homies that be wielding verbs
Like farmers on the land, grow these visions like yams
And put 'em in the grateful hands
I draw my sword like a line up in the sand, no, it's never bland
It's always in the plan and in the palm I keep a sprinkle
Of the seasoning all season long, so

[Bridge: R.A.P. Ferreira & SB The Moor]
Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along
Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along
And what we got, son?

[Chorus: R.A.P. Ferreira & SB The Moor, SB The Moor]
New slurs, new verbs
New curves, new nouns, new sounds
New pounds, new rounds, new hounds
You frown, you frown (What you do? Oh)
New slurs, new verbs
New curves, new nouns, new sounds
New pounds, new rounds, new hounds
And you frown (While you frown)

[Post-Chorus: R.A.P. Ferreira]
But what we do? Flipped it around
But what we do? Flipped it around
But what we do? Flipped it around
Put yourself in Heaven now
Heralds standing by
Soulfolks think-tank
And now is the time for doing
Now is the time for doing, shh
[Interlude]
And it's funny
My listener
Jive with that
My numbers are crazy
Which makes them realize, how am I listening to this?
Man, you know, I mean, your ones and your twos matter
Because, um, ain't nothin' but numbers
Because, um, my chop is just so accurate, and
And it's funny and fun
It's mind boggling and I want it to be

[Verse 4: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Seen 'em lookin', hope they keep it pushin', if not
Gon' have to remind them I am from a time when
Rappin' really meant somethin', please don't start bluffin'
'Bout your skills and that visible thresholds and negative stress
Still kill for that, I'm like how snipers feel 'bout open fields with that
You make yourself an easy target
Personality fits in all these neat compartments
Twiddling my fingers slowly, onward mosey through the indices and 'stices
Intricacies enlisted in service of
Ulysses S. whomever, suppose nothing was reconstructed
Small deposit was quickly deducted, nearly corrupted
But that means not complete, the battle rages weekly, but
I can dig it, really, I can dig it, really
I can dig it, really, I can dig it, really
It's chaos down here, it's chaotic down here
It's chaos
And that's the power of creation
And that's the power of creation
And that's the power of creation
It's chaos, chaos