This be the sound of the messenger gettin caught in the cross fire Just delivering a new resume with attached cover letter Running for his life to fill the spot of another gun for hire Now he lies like any other martyr... one more added to the slaughter This be the sound of the ambulance siren drowned out In the crowd of applause for the monster who- Shot him, not a worthy trophy kill, just needed to stop the virus Spreading but his message won't be lost like ghosts in the static And hope that a tragic Crime scene death would never overshadow or hold a candle To the message he left This be the sound of the nomad lookin' homely "Only a mother could love me" now without a road map One glance - rear view mirror broke - no going back but a fork in the path could lead to a morgue or a mortgage Paid off, no abort button so he rides out the plane crash And make a mother proud of the man she raised Not to give up but to give back This be the sound of a stillborn heartbeat on repeat, pass out in your bed sheets, but you can't sleep Every breath that you breathe is met with a plea - haunting your dreams That feeling you get when you can't keep a promise All you hear is that ring in your ear The war is won

Our journey begins its where the page stops The point where you. pick up a paint brush Promise me you'll escape from these archetypes made for us They found our molds down to a formula watch the metamorphosis Transform from nothingness the void space to forge and bend shapes, find a voice from the static that follows it Every fiber and cell, every particle melts into the meaning but It's not a product I push to sell I push myself, making sense of the mud, sculpting from the clay where the thoughts emerge from Spinning in the palm of the potters hand The point where the problems end but the echo I hear inside of my head... is forming at the surface again Legs carry our faith, eyes carry what's taught If these visions are left to rot, I'll force feed you this food for thought and watch them feast like pigs to the trough Bring me their eyes let's turn them inside out Give me their eyes let's turn them inside out This voice sounded better inside of my head and now I'm holding a torch to the end of a fuse instead but I refuse to make a point without the proof Right now, if I tried to prove a point I'd.. lose sight of the finish line Running in circles, the serpent chasing his tail Its all but a dream, here's a penny for the wishing well So instead... I guess I...I got this crazy plan I’m following the echo in the artisan Transcend balancing the contrast ‘til then, I can’t, find my way around the verse if I’m lacking intent I get tunnel vision when I’m falling down the rabbit hole Quick to follow a flame that's dying, it's so beautiful It's darker the deeper I go I'm in a tail-spin - trying to capture a glimpse of that precision glow Can't you see the seasons are changing Give me their eyes let's turn them inside out

I drew the sketches out now I'm draftin the prototype makin the measurements where I rap first and cut twice cut the metaphoric cake when its easy as pie and icing on top is the vision from my third eye Burnin out candles and usin the wax for the tracks we made turnin that high horse into gluesticks the next day Into the fox hole where we jot notes, askin all the cutthroats what we got to do get some extra plays I ain't askin anybody where the limit is just tryn'a jump on song where the beat comes knockin like jehovah witnesses Now picture this that pretty perfect, usurpin type of diction what I'm spittin is the rapture to these middle school atheist Embarrass any kid who think he scarier than this writin verses with the fire in my palm till he burnt to a crisp that dunce cap student tryin to make it to the dean's list always come with the passion, bleed on the pad, period Step the fires up, burn the market down Set the ladder up, tear the house down Pick the crown up, turn the offer down Times up, give it out short circuit kill it now Keep your head up, keep the food down Turn the mic up, but keep your voice... down Drop the needle, let the record spin been servin kids now the case is close like what I put the glasses in 4-eyes bout to show these dorks who they're messin with but let me grab my D10 and roll for some stat bonuses I'm a practicing witchdoctor with an out of date certificate A wordsmith built for endurance drinkin Guinness's Reading palms with my wrong hand writin my poems in an opium den hopin' I dont have to blow some dope to get flowin again ... now its comin more naturally, so from now on, expect a couple more rap casualties Don't rap casually, come at me with crowbars, mask with the ski really you're as soft as that girl from Avonlea straight talk spit arrows out the longbows, who knew E.ON long ago was just a snotty nosed? bangin pots and pans for those crude types of audios that make your flows stop like a blood clot, adios

Play the hand you were dealt, but I'm gambit with card tricks Regardless you'd have to go and quarantine these bars quick ..You know I'm still provokin thought without a doctrine And all these other cats act about as hard as moccasins Jog in the footsteps I'm makin cus I'm gettin' my socks wet - walkin across the surface of all these verses - they in-depth come and swim in the deep end, can you see what I mean yet? Hot head, from the edge of space jumpin' with his helmet off formulate the soundscape, let's go n' turn the volume up Put the message in the bottle at the bottom of the molotov and promise we'll build from the dust we started from ... Enterin the mind games, wrestling with the rhetoric and talkin the sickness, create with the gift I was given The full package, go n' open up your eyelids and take a peak Put the needle to my vein, and let the record play through my bloodstream The IV could pro'lly use a couple more CC's, I'm in tight with the bee knees Heaven has to wait, cus we're makin our devils here today I came to the mic bringin' the vices, my dying wish makin these words essential to life like the vitamins Can you swallow the truth? Finger paintin' with the blood on my hands Now they askin' for a truce? ... But they'll never get it, I'm givin a better picture Give me something that we can all remember I'm trying to live pass the passage of... Time where the rhythm is something that we can always leave behind Speak from the fire that resides in us Get cats out they seat like a bump at the back of the bus Quick havin' 'em baggin the bread up like the back-to-school lunch Droppin' knowledge on these motherfucks Jarred lightening, straight from the bottom of lungs mediate on every breath that I run on and always balancing life on the tip of my tongue when the menace invented a means of takin' his medicine with any mention of the venom inside his mental capacities No cats touchin' me, wet paint rhyme schemes Weavin' together the final pieces of my tapestry The architect puttin his theories to work through a tape deck 6 million ways to die, why choose one? I'm aimin at takin' 'em - all of 'em - on at once

It goes Survival of the fittest so I'm fine riggin the system Left leavin' the finger prints, evidence for jurys decision Let's make it even easier to figure whose really killin' 'em Guilt ridden when riding rhythms the pilgrim searching for wisdom Pick the scab, take a closer look at the open incision Wounds don't scar his skin, they provide him with what he was missin' Down a couple pick me ups and I'm back in rotation' Old-habits die hard when brittle bones get to breakin' The ghost of Eden hits like the intravenous Record needle dealing damage like stoners itching to fiend off that zip-loc Always got enough time on my hands to clean your whole clock Fools in hot pursuit of another cold case, work stashed up in the ice box Nice try but your rhymes suck, snatchin' nickels out your pockets every time I heard that one cus the kids playin' for keeps Place your bets on loaded pistols when spinning roulettes Once the triggers start winning then guess who's left Guess who's left, guess who's left Once the triggers start winning then guess who's next Guess who's left, guess who's left Finna set the record straight over some sampled loops and soon havin' em catchin' the wave in a pair of cement shoes A breath of fresh air so hes playing wrong and not followin suit Call him a novice, he might but spit nice in the booth Ready able and lord willing, clips are loaded for sure winning Packin' punches till pockets overflow with those gold fillings Goin' heavy with the street talk keep flows dirty like the back wash Nate Kiz beat be the backdrop Stick to the scripts or get stuck with the sticks kid Came through steppin' on necks none of your business Been..meaning to leave a couple of lips filled with stitches Hell caught a cold if you think you spit with that illness Adding some of those finishing touches: a permanent stay down Barrels to the back of your brain cells mix with the muzzle flash make your face melt Once the triggers start winning then guess who's left Guess who's left Guess who's left Once the triggers start winning then guess who's next Guess who's left Guess who's left Who's got the nerve to throw dirt on my name Learning the science behind an Erlenmeyer flash bang

Six feet deep, and its gettin' harder breathe Another sixteen deep and its gettin' harder and harder to breathe Give it all you got (it's not enough) Call it what you want, but we're all speakin' the same tongue I'm just the artist writin to rhythm of napalm Smoke fillin' the room up hope to consume a quick buzz To capture a colourful past with a box of new crayons If sleep could bring me a dream I'd be happy to save one Count sheep to infinity but the sandman never comes Figured the.. wolves found themselves something to eat Now they're wearing the skin of their feast I'm in open water, swimmin with chum Told the truth but not the answer you're looking for The deeper meaning buried six feet after the trap door Lookin' to satisfy that itch in my spinal cord But these words only reciprocate with a double edged sword More damage done the longer sharpened on the writer's block Always losing battles when decided by a coin toss Bright ideas gone straight down the black hole No longer any light at the end of this carpel tunnel Six feet deep, and its gettin' harder breathe Another sixteen feet deep and its gettin' harder and harder Give it all you got (it's not enough) Only a cut above the bottom of the barrel Practise makes less crap, on our grizzly soundin' so feral Distracted by every crater in the path, examined through the hubble Splittin hairs with a sledgehammer, I'm not tryin' to be subtle Take life by the throat when breathing comes with a struggle Clear the air out, filter it down to a notch in the belt buckle The mortar and pastels, grindin' to make the craft sell Greeted by helping hand here to push you down the stairwell All thumbs so the scales never goin' his way The dog days are over now they're comin for his last leg One step closer to never makin' it home safe Hard to speak no evil when it's all you got left to say Giving the cold shoulder to my blessing in disguise Shape shift out the current plot so the curse couldn't change sides Never lookin' back after recovery from the crash One day soon to be the sharpest needle out the hay stack Six feet deep, and its gettin' harder Another sixteen feet deep and its gettin' and harder to breathe Give it all you got (it's not enough)

I been steady usin the used needle to mutilate skin tissue Pumpin that juice in bringin life back to those limbs that remain useless Like pickin a dead horse as your one-trick pony parade that shit around stupid "Look it's not what you think" its a fly-by-night solution What an end to an execution And once that guillotine snaps your neck - you are finally free Sent to a place where the marquee reads "LIVE FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST" Where the light don't live and the damned don't leave Not Hell on Earth but the space between, try as you might bribe that ferry man he won't take your two cents off your hand and carry you along that river's edge Started making hobbies out of failed attempts When I write it all out it still sounds better in my head Haunted by the devils that are bred in detail, never ending struggle for the guardian angels A chess game where the winner takes over the other shoulders prime real estate I could really use some help here I got room for some new ideas underneath my bed, but... A box spring feeling a lot like barbwire is the place where I rest my head Alone in a dark spot where thoughts race and I can't keep pace Trying to sever my stomach and hopin I can open up and let the monster escape when the razor blade cuts it goes both ways From the vein to the page from the cage to the maze Make another mess of my wrist till the ink runs dry, realize we are not okay Another diamond in the rough draft, can you see the potential I might have? As the medics rush in and keep that tourniquet tight cus the kid will lose blood fast Putting pressure on the wound and wondering how long will that pulse last? Miracles have happened for less, but I'm willing to bet this time there isn't much time left I'm willing to bet this time there isn't much time left I'm not afraid to die cus I'm scared to death I'm not afraid to die cus I'm scared to death