It’s like a dream an illusion
A wonderfull story you can’t remind
You’re the kind who don’t believe in the future
I am the one who’s stuck in the past

It’s a different view from a different point
Feelings you won’t let Inside
I am here for you but you’re not ready for Two
Standing behind waiting a sign

Chained heart chained
And we will be heart chained
Is it all we need to live together in a way
After all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe

It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the Stream
Wind blows and shapes a new wave
I am here with you as long as you want to
Guiding your steps along this way

I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly

Meeting in Heaven
Go from pillow to post me.
Vision in Heaven
Go from pillow to post me.
Meeting in Heaven
Go from pillow to post me.

I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly
I don’t need to fly

Go from pillow to post me.
Meeting in Heaven
Go from pillow to post me.
Vision in Heaven
Go from pillow to post me.

Out with the cats in the hood with the rap
Hustle though the rocks where most men slept
In the wasteland where the Wasco slept
Come on Ashley and watch your step

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone
Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam
As for battle raps and who's the dopest
Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis
Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit
But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit
Im rocking mine with pride and style it up
Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut
Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket
Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it
Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick
The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit
When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me
Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery
Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision
Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission
Wishing upon a star..
Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference
Musical allusions in the sessions
Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence






Dont get no water on the gremlins
Get slaughtered like Lemmings
Make 'em board up the Kremlin
High treason.. down with the regent

I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford
in that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.
Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,
while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.
Where are your balls? I'm tearing you all
a new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.
The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;
the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.
If you had any idea of the mind focus
that goes into every word that I write on this
peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.
It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with
my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if
your name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!
On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?
You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.