[Hook]
This is NA,SAA, yes we blast off
We are astronauts rappin' our a** off
[Joey Keys]
Here it goes again, the highs and lows
The vibes and flows, the pen got me rising slow
Been feeling like I'm falling in a bottomless pit yo
Dropped prose and taught space-cadets how to grow
Earth adjacent to hell - so I'm rhyming cold
Just to cope, a nation built on cars and clothes
Stars from vogue all fixated on bars of gold
Visions of hope also bolted by golden rope
Years ago I fell for hip-hop, it's not the doe
Got these woes stress seems to be all know
Restless till perfections blessing every track I let go
A drop in the sea, to around the globe
Tryna' be a tidal eliminate all foes
I got to glow by being me not the status qua
Venting through sentences til' I lie six feet below
Lie my crown on my gravestone. 'RIP KING JOE'
[AZA]
I am not that stone that builder refused
I am the stone that structure abused
So my demeanor's growing meaner as my heart is growing cold
Standing at a peak as I watch a boulder roll
Right back down a hill that I thought I triumphed over
I tend to remember this, as I'm inching closer
"A task is not achieved with a dream or a thought,"
But when a dream is achieved we know a man has fought
To get to where he is and appreciate the view
Cause life is beautiful when you stop and take a few
To smell a couple roses and expand the diaphragm
Sit back relax I'mma tell you who I am
("I BE") Atlas Telamon infliction on the wisdom
Translated through my poetry and this rhythm
So when I sing the high hymns, I'm begging you to listen
So open up your eye and check what you're missin'
[Hook]
[Olde E]
Pick the pen up, place it back in my hand
Wielding a weapon of words while I stay in demand
I'm always, on point and precise, when I speak I entice
We blasted off now we reaching new hieghts
But I have to admit, in my stomach of pits
There's something that's growing, and it's something that's sick
Its blocking my view sorta like a smudge in the ink
Touching the brink, got me feeling a little dumb when I think
So f** it, I slip back in a slump again
Sitting blank faced with a blunt and a pen
Not a clue in what to write down on the page
Caught in a haze, lighting up haze just to escape
Filled up with angst while recording the tape
Live to create, so I take pride in the music I make
So when these rhymes are my life but I hate what I wrote
I understand why Plath stuck her head in that stove
[Tin Nimbus]
We are the rose that risen through the stone road splitting
Joe stayed spitting bro we thinking it was a figment of fiction
In a matter of a minute this matter could not be diminished
Thus proving we're energy not some well filled with wishes
But we wish you well this wishing well got my two copper coins
As i flick it in the water I pray this ripple makes a noise
For the meantime i guess i'll speak my voice into a void
And compress it with this pressure that makes magma deploy
So we create when we destroy making rhythm to juxtapose
Heavens frequencies like i have an earpiece to listen close
Reciting what i was told, a prophet or maybe i was tapping phones
Only to profit with the knowledge to carve my footprints in stone
And when the stone erodes our bones from the gallows will be shown
Crown of thorns hung by the ropes made of the vines from the rose
For that's the only time we'll be strung up we our backs are stringless
And the only time we'll wear a crown ,we the rose have risen
[Hook]