[Verse 1: Slug]
I tighten up my laces and focus on my breathin'
It's like I'm meditating, I'm just floating on the ceilin'
But once I felt the introduction of the sequence
The energy remembers me, it welcomes me, it squeezes
Gotta ease the mind of any kind of grievance
Unless it motivates to help me try to find the reasons
Otherwise potentially could trap you, now you sealed in
And ain't no traffic happening if we don't make the wheels spin
Did my stretches before I started reachin'
Got out of my feelings so I could process my healin'
I was raised in a village of Vikings and thieves
Then I'm still most ill when I'm rhymin' and stealin'
There's no pitch to miss when you've missed a few seasons
I've missed museums like I've missed New Zealand
I'm freezing, still getting little to no sleep
But still got dreams to follow, still schemin'

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Red flags, red flags, run the whole red bag
Loose screw, I do run run through the hell half
Cast spells that spell death for smelt rats
The well checkered Past smell of cigarette ash
Green mold, week old coffee on the treasure map
Charred terra with no available medevac
I spark terror in the heart of any paragon
Say cheese, half a Duane Reed in my carry on
Hit the party, part spirit-from-the-pantheon
His Camry drawin' crop circles on your fancy lawn
That handle Like a wooden man-o-war ran ashore
Sure as you mother fuckers are candy corn, whammy
I play as a purveyor Of the good stuff
Who’s what, Sugar Hill Or sugar pills, choose one
Scuffed shoes, one man, earth, moon, sun
Zodiac zoo moving through his goose bumps
[Verse 3: Sa-Roc]
I heard a lot of critics wanna leave my name out
Of the best runnin', but I'll never take the same route
Twice and they can't figure out my patterns or routine
I just might be Jackie Joyner, makin' laps around your team
But my tactics are extreme
Give 'em hell for the hobby of it