There's a fire in my soul and it's burnin low
It only takes hold when it yearns to grow
I learn to speak slow, and listen slower
Try not to take control of the flow I know I
Need a little time to build this patience
How much time will it take? I'm not skilled with patience
Need a little love to build this relationship
With myself, but my current choice is escapin it
Fakin it, when there's no real love that's takin it
Upon itself to slap me in the face and sit with me until
I get over the shock and rock me back and forth
Until I realize there's a powerful force
In here... that's what's out there
Oh, shit, I think that's what might scare
Me the most when I see the coast and I've been told that
Everythin from the stream to the sea is the ghost
Of everything that's real inside us
All this energy can heal or divide us
No creation, no destruction, no plus, no minus,
No interruption, it's just that time is a
Line that can cut through the finest most sublimest of moments
And cut me off from the whole which is unbroken
I miss the essence by trying to define this
Maybe that's why I keep trying to rewind this
And find the switch to fix all these oxymorons
But these luscious deserts keep pourin more water on the
Wilting immortal flower, the power that scorches and devours
And in doing so regurgitates space
In which life may grow
And a white, plain snow may settle over it all
And reflect that which I know
And quietly that fire may glow

78.508 BPM with the 808
vibrations will replace what we take to be solid state
then become the lines that we retrace

(Marcus BRiTMOUF Mandible):
I sat down with a drink to think and squeezed the lime in
Sun's shinin, wow, what perfect timin
Time to shake off the day, had me shackled in irons
Keep aspirin, I count the buttons on the
TV remote, and the ice cubes in the glass whilst they
Still float. Take a sip, it's crisp, it tastes
Good, sweet and silent, said it I meant it
It's a mind's worth I'm mindin, one, one or two, like,
121112, no major loss
Don't count the cost. The vinyl stopped, it's still fun
Come back later, this is the house that I'm
Not in. I'm busy, I'm busy
Watchin clouds of smoke float, rinse my mouth out with hand soap
For spittin mid toke, it's a steep slope
On top a rockin boat, knock knock but it's not a joke
Origami sails settin fire, yes
You know it's so and so, and so I go and go
Doin what I do best, generation yes men
Front pretendin that they're X men