[Intro] [Verse 1: Qrebel] Dinner of herb. Beats for breakfast. Feeding off the hunger Holy smokes of potent tree filling or lungs up as we breathe in and out The least I can ask for is a title bout This champion sound can be found without seeking Around speakers possessed by a real Hip-Hop head Still practice a zen approach Verses wrote free captured poetry in motion then disperse in the abyss As spliffs lit become roaches I'm standing behind closed doors Spitting hinges for those audience members with a specific audio preference Who want more and not the less cause our population got the short end of the stick For so long role reversal should have been universal by now Anyhow. spark up. the purple lighter. double entendre Wonder if I'm in the pad? Well that depends where your train of thought is on the track Seep even deeper in to that vain mainstream of consciousness shifting flow Swiftly blow past those red octagons Focus on maintain mode No need for selfishness to each their own Get it together or leave it alone Those who don't wanna feel the music this here's for yall Skipping my cuts just cause I be schooling I ain't tripping in the least bit though Soon they'll be booking me for shows and private sessions Till then hit em how Lucio Urtubia hit up the system In the meantime I'll just spitshine a cleaner record Since they missed a spot I'll have to clear it up Equally accept the ups and downs of life's roller-coaster ride Open the door to opportunity See it inside and out before it rides with the beat In to the surrounding silence Take this moment to break free From the chains of the powers that be and pa** the Jane around Found at @aPlaceOfPeace Unergounduate Good Looking out for listening in