Lyrics: Brendon Wilkie/Lady Poetic
Music: LB Productions
I’m on an enigmatic safari
Surviving like an AIDS patient on Biktarvy
Grapplin’ with gangrene of the soul
It’s cold - so is my coffee
Swimming in marine imagery - Guy Harvey
Marveling at sea serpentry, never sorry
Hand feed me unpoisoned dates, crepes and calamari
Draping windows to the world with finely threaded saris
The starry skies, opening eyes to Ares on the rise
Parting clouds poured out rounds of angels singing lies
Size it up, grab a cup, overflow, never enough
Half empty, half full
Draw the line, surface still
Working wordsmiths for the thrill
Swallowing pride like a jagged little pill
Polar opposites repelling magnet poles, sniffles, chills
The realest underneath it all, to find us is a search
Amnestic but the best is when we celebrate our worth!
Catalyst for systems, protecting victims
Aging anthem of prophetic wisdom
Chronic wizardry and I’ll always list em
Take some imagery and I’ll thrash and twist em
Get in line cause it’s Wilk and LP
Amol on the mix with beats from Layzie
Never summarized spitting bullets with glee
This shit is online so you can spin it for free
We’re wandering mystics, ready to rip shit
Standing insane going ape shit ballistic
Simplistic stylistic supremely linguistic
Bars ritualistic primed up and holistic
Decades of bars lead us to this moment
Time dripped by working on our components
Our quotients are potent and extremely explosive
We earned this shit, you may say that we’re chosen