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.

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Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'


(Chorus)
6 seconds
5 seconds
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Mr. Mat your on
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Mr. Mat your on

It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.

Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.

So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you

That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.

The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…

(chorus)
10 seconds
9 seconds
8 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
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5 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
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Mr. Mat your on
1 second
1 second
No seconds
Mr. Mat your on

On on on
Mr. Mat your on
(repeat)