Island of 'Crete

My whole life has been styling the beat Skating native, riding wild in the street When I was chiefing, I'd skate miles for a G Until I was banished to the island of Crete Banished! Hungry for authenticity, I was Famished! Wasting away the days, I needed Ravishing! Fill me to the top, when Sand washes away, you gotta build upon the rock All hands on deck, idle time brings the devil, the Plateau where I'm at now uses logic as the level There is no see-sawing or teetering around the kettle Our scale is oil to water, never settle Militant strategy, monk-like meditation Killing any apathy with structured dedication Premises and math is what we use for medication, but We can get biblical if you need some revelation Thou shalt have no other gods before me That includes sex, money and even weed Music if you use it to escape from what you see, and Booze if you can't go a week without a drink Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God Real talk, not babble like Nimrod Humility is utility, it gets hard Even Superman had to kneel before Zod Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for thou art my friend I left enemies in the wrong, so the right wins Morally bankrupt don't deserve Divine ends No man is an island according to plan, A House divided against itself cannot stand Friends, countrymen, lend me your hands Enough pounds of pressure grants us pearls from our clams Palms all day when we're fervent with the lesson Psalms all prayed to confirm some intervention All the more form to sustain forward momentum, the Calm before the storm where it breaks reigns and ends some