No angel here, to save my skin
No god-sent creature to cater to my every whim

No magic wand waver, no dream instigator
No chance enhancer
No favours granted clear to see

No surgeon here to stitch my heart
Initialize a brand new start

I’m just gonna be myself

No magic wand waver, no dream instigator
No chance enhancer
No favours granted if you please

Just synchronize your life with mine
Negotiate a stop in time
Just synchronize your life with mine
Negotiate a stop in time

I’m just gonna be myself

You might be stepping out,
Ain’t no mistaking
You might be stepping out,
Am i mistaken?

(there’s) a chemical attraction
A little fairy tale,
You beat around the bush
Can’t read no fucking braille
Hitting the ground
Lost in the groove
Oh will you just obey?
Be like a soldier
Like i’m doing
Like i’m doing
Ooh
Will you just obey?
Be like a soldier
Like i’m doing
Like i’m doing
You might be stepping out,
Ain’t no mistaking
You might be stepping out,
Am i mistaken?

(there’s) a chemical attraction
A little fairy tale
You beat around the bush
Can’t read no fucking braille
Hitting the ground
Lost in the groove
Will you just obey?
Be like a soldier
Like i’m doing
Like i’m doing
Love me, i’m your lego toy
Build it up, crash me down
Don’t fool me
Freaking me out
Your lovers tricks are wearing me out
Love me, i’m your lego toy
Build it up, crash me down
Don’t try me
Love me
Don’t try me
Don’t try me, honey

Oohh oohhhh

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.

Oh no, no more. No no, I can’t take it anymore.
No no, no more, No no, I can’t take it anymore.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye, I’ll never see you again.
Goodbye sweet moon, I dedicate my last song to you.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

Could you be, could you be the stranger that is going to save me.
Reach out your hand, touch me and make me want to live again.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting to be saved or be swept away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

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.