Lyrics: Brendon Wilkie/Lady Poetic
Music: LB Productions
Hypervigilant for a reason
My kind's in season
A pirate on the highest seas
Heisting, evading high treason
Back at the main cabin, planning on fasting
Stacking bars in a frantic fashion
Pass the cattail, call me Captain
Hoist the sails, make advancements
Off the rails, no caption
Last of the holy grails, no duplication happenin'
Faster than the falling stars or revolving planets
Master of my ship, grip the microphone outstanding
Chaptered, but outlasting lyrics when they're running rampant
Gather in the temple where the best of best's examined
Cruising through the samples, scratches, cadences landed
Like lunar surfaces conducting tides ’til we're stranded
Master thesis, with some telekinesis
Mental regions representing cohesion
No matter the season, we’ll keep on dreaming
Hyper vigilant fam who learned from their demons
I hear your screaming, inside the eagles region
Jonesing for equality without any deletion
The old man is preachin’, infinitely a heathen
But he’s still hanging out — yeah, this dude is still breathing
LB on the beats, the Cadillac that he’s steering
An open clearing with some heads that are cheering
Good cuts need a searing, and an acute sense of hearing
There’ll be no fearing, there’ll be no smearing
We’ve had success, coupled with regrets
Lost friends and pets, settled into our nests
Keep rhyming fresh, that’s the ultimate quest
Keeping headphones filled from the east to the west