Marco Polo - Gods in the Details lyrics

[Verse 1: Oprime39] The Flushing Flash gash gushing out your temple Can't trust thugs who tell you everything they been through We move in secrecy silence observe the scenery Dedicated to the fam that ain't believe in me... You got The gift of gab? I got the gift of God To Cure the sick defeat the odds and clear the thickest fog Overthink the possibilities to know surprises Control the moon eclipse sun and keep the pressure rising Im your growth give you hope make you chase horizons Created dialect and universal body language I'm your anguish I fill your seeds with innocence I'm concentration, dedication and discipline Control your every breath I could be life or d**h I'm your conscience if you move ahead or second step I'm the unknown the mystery coincidence The higher power in you. I'm deja vu... I'm love I'm hope, don't feel me you gotta find me The rich man and poor man I seen you pa**ing by me It hit me once we got the robbery in the building lobby Fought the good inside me product of a foul society Cut ties with some guys for spiritual sobriety I keep it peace but always keep a piece beside me Poseidon when I'm rhyming, got the planets colliding Trust no other but my brother- cuz cats conniving Teach my son about the ills of the earth I left a fortune for you funds I concealed in the dirt I hope you find em, if they forget you best remind em... that this is timeless [Chorus] Break bread with Christ, broke water with Moses Now hell is frozen, the God Chosen The God chosen The God chosen The golden kids outta Colden the God Chosen [Verse 2: Solace] Higher learning, the tires burning Brothers is rapidly swerving The face look familiar but had to be certain I popped a U-ey, then merged in Matter was urgent a dirty merchant Made'em bleed like a virgin, sent to the surgeon Searching for them green berets, tryna blow my dome off Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off My Soviet k**az is ready for the Cold War Machete you to confetti and blow your brain to cole slaw A role call for my brothers that were nearly grazed Aimed for them early graves by them dudes that really blaze Or sing to your face with metal blade serenades I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays I come from where it's easiest to find anguish Don't say a word speak with our hands like sign language Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns So praise the savior that's saving you from the mind damage And oh well, the d** are sure to sell but if you short a sale They plot to pop you with a copper top like Duracell And notice well kids that dropped out from outreach Triple-jab your cheek, crack your teeth through the mouthpiece These foul streets meet your fate when the tech releases You'll be aight if you ain't playing chess with checker pieces... Check the thesis [Chorus] [Outro] Hand over fist, dreams manifest Feed Lazarus, teach man to fish Hand over fist, dreams manifest Teach man to fish, feed Lazarus Feed Lazarus, teach man to fish Hand over fist when the dreams manifest Yeah, manifest, it be the words we manifest Timeless