[xcpt.]
Verse 1:
Two misfits buckle in for the jam
The silence trickles down with the hourgla** sand
The wings of my wit like a bridge in their span
We interrupt the quiet with a kick and a clap
Settle in it, the music is medicinal
Penicillin, beneficial, soothin' any set of issues
Floor vibratin', the flow rehydratin'
The soul finds haven n' soars to high places
Hook:
Break it down now / the city's on fire /hold your ground now /city's on fire
Verse 2:
My invention is psychadelic in high percentage
Gettin' hyper with it, you still decipherin' it
My commitment goes beyond just the limits of the norm
The minute the lyric is born, see it gone
I was incog, then i got involved, with improv
That's when my image was installed
Burnin' plants, crops in rotation
Pa**in' it around just as often as statements
Verse 3:
Too many blunts down, unwound, can't spring into action
Been such a ba*tard, wings with attachments, missiles
Mc dismissal, brush em off, steel bristles
Go against the grain, the pain mayne, shave years off your life
Down the drain, leaky faucet, squeaky clean profits
None illegal on paper, words are vapour
Raider, slay the masqueraders, the chaps hate us
Stab backs with sabres, vader, married to the smith like jada
Tailor fitted hood and scythe to every hood in sight
Good night