[Verse I]
Face the blind cupid's arrow, staggering through the barrel
Rolling down the boulevard, crash knuckle, fisticuffs shatter bone shards of bloodied knuckles
Search for the twelve j**els, or at least the master emerald
Master plan scheming on dreams, bind ambition by the seams
Let the one winged angel sing the chorus with Taurus
Madator flocka yoga flame Tauros, consult constellations in the night time
Sipping on some moonshine, astro glide through the cosmos of the mind, field of bombs
[this is the eye] of the storm, InAniMate be the forefront
Fortress gorgeous built on the corpses of opponents
Four horsemen be the Apocalypse - now
Four sips from being an alcoholic, cigarette glowing with the morning sun
Mind shattering moons as we move through the universe
Writing and rhyming, climbing the mountain of Zion
Empty my mental on the notepad, switch gears until I'm clad
In my sword and shield, parry and pierce crews
Pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard...
[Hook x2]
So yeah you, and you in the back, you can come too
As we search through my memories
Breaking clear from my fallacies
Battling he, the Yin and the Yang in the mirror
Cleaning the attic, within my mind
Until my vision is clearer
[Verse II]
So um...
Quiet hustle, moving the world with my word's muscle
Aristole divine, the poetics of the mind/
Comedy, the link between infernos and me
Poetry so smooth and sultry like the voice of Esperanza Spalding/
I, gotta be, moon walking with the stars - gazing
With the third eye, on the climb to zion/
Vagabond's living the life of a bohemoin
In the rhapsody, capture the, in the melody of - forever/
So tell me what you're looking for, words found between:
Jazz, Blues, syncopated swords we blend/
Or Confusianism wisdom until our mentals ascend
I be that cat, deciphering the plans of mice and me/
Because I'm steady scribing novels with the pad and the pen
Insight for the ma**es so their minds. Can get. Cleansed/
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
Stigmata of a linguaphile.
So. Who. Wants
To Scrabble again?
[Outro]
So then we can go...and we go... (C'mon)
And then we go... and we go...
And then we go.. Said, we go...
And we go...And we...
Bloom