Horse Acupuncture (feat. Agung Mango & Nakama.)

Wait for them to tabulate—the tab closed

The tables turned for them to operate

Show your guts, don’t let them tip you to the counterweight

Steady hands see it shiver when they isolate

What’s hiding in your stable? Wipe the salivation

There’s no needle in the hay—it’s just imagination

Then you find it in a carcass 'cause the horses ate it

Sore throat, hit a cough when you owe a payment

Cough—everything in moderation

The pieces fit like infants making tessellations

No one understands till you verbalize an oscillation

But even when you peaking, they gon’ ask you for some further patience

Ascended through divinity, this visionary needed God

Niskala feel the shadow drift—my weightless friend been always odd

Every step disrupts the pattern, stillness cracks for higher passage

Further from this static world, still speaking in a double cadence

Both in sync yet both divided, no one seems to ever see

The guided hands be biting scripts, the higher chants be burning trees

One man builds while one destroys—a sacred tongue left torched in speech

Whispers carved in crying embers, questions lost but still repeat

When answers given, I'm sure they don’t wanna hear the truth

My heart torn like Victor Vhan—such tragedy among the youth

The fruit is gone, what’s left is flesh—the price of time, the stolen days

They pray for light but fear the sun—another buddy hit the grave

Old earth know me closest, hollow voices call the name

Eulogy recited every time he versed another page

His ink survived the burial, so I told my youngins stay intact

‘Cause once you leave, then that’s it—no second script to reenact

Figure how two fours (fores) add up—my legs and arms connect

Torso tore up, felt the torsion of infinity cut in

If I ate the hearts of fallen foes atop this pyramid

Why my body ache in modern day like time won’t let me win?

Caught the parasites from out the stream—like really, what’s a twitch?

When I move with so much grace, still cook these lames, absolve their sins

If my formulas don’t shake the cage, then how I end up here?

Handle pressure pains with no restraint, my future never tense

Academics predatory and they so revisionist

I could make the cut go deeper, but I'll be considerate

In my youth, I wanted something dangerous clipped to my hip

Nowadays, I feel the same, but I'm acknowledging the risk

Went from hatchet gang to ratchet gang—my aim gon’ always hit

Ancient spells I learned from out your range—my weave always legit

Got my out-of-staters outer spaces facing the eclipse

Overshadowed weak conditions—we conditioned for the chip

Wait for them to tabulate—the tab closed

The tables turned for them to operate

Show your guts, don’t let them tip you to the counterweight

Steady hands see it shiver when they isolate