Sid Madrid - Never Idle lyrics

NEVER IDLE [Solace Zeta] Verse 1: Foremost & first my birth predated-times when creative-rhymes fell-outta-fashion/ This is the reinvention of redemption, convention-al wisdom will uncover-eyes ‘cause otherwise you can smell-out-the-ash-in/ The air-when flaring nostrils were subjected which detected the hostile firestorm-erupting/ Destruction & creation cloned, zones of subduction, leave the entire-form-combusting/ At the ember's center, emerge frightening power surge of lightning my empire's-born-adjusting/ To life & times like ma**ive climate shifts & our dire-scorn-interrupting/ So as knows usual perusal shows/ Rapid, cla**ic, climatic graphics, outcome's magic as if attire's-torn-disgusting/ But I saved-the-day/ Beat the nemesis & finished-with a cliché sentence-that I got paid-to-say/ Quick to flip your wig a big talker,-torch-your mic hero's-dentures/ Plus make the mind-freeze like Chinese water-torture at sub zero-temperatures/ Then swear on the air I'll make waves like tide'll/ Cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather I'm never idle… HOOK: [Presence is felt like the tip of a pen/ Above all my words stimulate & transcend/] [Hits hard within shattering/ Stone hearts into shards that bleed/] [Emcees take flight right when I write like a stampede/] [Spliffs light up like fluorescents/] [Fill the night up with smoke spiraling toward the crescent/] [Symbolic of a lifestyle, waning to waxing, always changing & never idle] Verse 2: (Solace I think they need a hero…Well I'm gonna zero…) To light-year/ No slight-sneer/ Quite-clear/I'm right here/ To use-abilities/ Refuse-hostilities/ To mankind/ A grand-mind/ That can-rhyme/ Moving like the hands-of-time/ These look-a-likes/that took-a-hike/ Are the meager & shook-type/ 'cause it's either book-a-flight/ Or cook-ripe/ And expedient like ingredients in a chef's-dishes/ Their best-pitches/ Just sail-past-the-fence/ Heard-the-crate reverberate as the nail-crashed-against/ The lid-of-the-coffin/ What it did-to-the-mocking/ Stopped-when/ Dropped-in/ The Earth's-dirt/ The first-jerk/ With the worst-smirk/ Changes cause one aim-is to exert-hurt/ On the foulest with malice & plow-this route no doubt for vehicles-to-follow-through/ When brought the thought was born with form like icicles-through-hollow-tubes/ Oh sh**! Then swear on the air I'll make waves like tidal/ Cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather I'm never idle… [HOOK]