[Verse 1: Mr. Lif] I hold futures, throw sutures at wounds Open tombs let spirits loom, ancestors walk in the room Talking of gloom, a dash of optimism if I rock the rhythm The griot flowed, so I stopped to listen Tales from then, those remain the lessons of now Questions like "how" accumulate like sweat on your brow Cumulus clouds, the precursors to three verses The breeze made the trees nervous, the seas surfaced As whales walk on land and talk like man This one guy who thought he could fly, he hopped off dams Successfully lands causing all his critics to cringe Cynics'll sing the eagle shared a pair of his wings As the properties of all fall to unpredictability I find myself suprisingly at peace in this vicinity Spiritually, balanced at the crest of possibility I let ALL I know go and did so willingly [Chorus] Elements, instruments, musical formulas Knowledge, intellect, I project wisdom [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] I see codes clear as there's an ebb and a flow Extend my arms to cradle knowledge that we never will know And from my fingertips drips, eclipse Upon dawn's lips, nuclear grips on her bronze hips As she lusts for the dusk the the light becomes cosmic The beams gleam data? Then prophets switch topics Stop to just watch it and marvel in awe If I'm asleep when I hear a beat, it tastes like stars I'm Pi with these bars, I'm slightly ajar You want more .one four the decimals of luster and lore As decibels pour through speaker cones to leave you clones DNA poem coffers of capillaries & bone Offer ancillaries and tones that are pliable the sky is too low That's why dimensions keep my fires aglow As the answers float just beyond halcyon My knowledge drifts as I glimpse at the cliffs of Albion [Chorus] Elements, instruments, musical formulas Knowledge, intellect, I project wisdom [Verse 3: Blacastan] My mind state bubble over beats like Maxine Stay clear of the trouble in the streets the vaccine Enters your bloodstream, through headphone cords Or wireless charge, Blac appears like a mirage Park the horse drawn chariot in the garage Like Maximus with face plates, face my mistakes With no regrets, Russian roulettes with lit cigarettes I wrote the type of antidote you can't forget Like my message to the people, Hare Krishna's for Beatles Swung the cape, released it on the 2" tape Now protons and neutrons form the right bomb While me, Lif, and Edan form the right bond My thoughts go beyond what was wrote in Qu'rans Any emcee who disagree with me wave your arm Take a sec to chop it up so we could hang like Saddam Welcome to showbiz, now break a leg like Vietnam