The Message (feat. Gavin Grant)

The message Is carefully encrypted But always well crafted and very well scripted Flipshit's so sick, it hits most those with Mindsets ranging his fits to mystics An intrinsic skill set, it doesn't pay the bills, yet Eases the pain and so I measured the gains Against the backdrop of mankind living in shame Hold my head high, walk by, tell 'em my name I make the sun shine, sometimes, matter of fact I take it's my job, why not reflect it on the track See, that's my gift bag, plus I was raised to Trust that I know who respect and praise you You and you, and you and you And that's really why we're doing what you're listening to The mission is true You to see, to listen to you And occasionally listen to The CounterParts crew (CounterParts, CounterParts, CounterParts, CounterParts) Ah, yeah, ah Here in a minute, I'm gone in a second Caught up in the mess of theatrics Feel this heat? But I like these matchsticks, I feel this beast So then I'll try to be active, agrin Everything I've modelled is practice I follow the tracks and that'll lead to attraction Huh, I mean if anything I hope for relief I only go for the peak, it keeps going for axis Peace in a bottle Message is: even if I still don't make it Deep within fossils' sediment Sherlock Holmes to code messages I have no preference, I ain't no costume Oh, what a costume represents? I used to follow in the footsteps of everything Now I look for excellence Where the exit is Be brief enought to represent me in the crevises Every word, every sentence here is charged with irrelevance Archetypal elements that blend with an elegance Searching for the simplest essential parts The principals of which everything consists and starts And that's earth, water, air, fire, eye at heart The key ingrient that keeps it all from falling apart My sixteens are like ancient systems of thought All these surface-level thinkers love livin' in the dark My word's an apercus with overcoming challenges A parallel to changes, to level the inbalances I think it's clear, isn't it, what my talent is Not just what I say, maybe more how I channel it The continuity, the connecting fabric, man They can't do it 'cause their person is plastic I breathin' life into each and every passage The medium's the music and the message is the magic