redguard snipers (feat. SB the Moor)

Nature honors persistence, infinitude runs through you for an instant Martyred for visions, braced for collision Landing, docking, branding, mocking Trying very hard, I know you are, but now's the time for doing Now's the time for choosing, leveling up, the overflowing of cups The filling of treasure chests, the perpetual yes in dress shoes The ripest of vegetables, that's what I be munchin' on, 'cause I'm, uh Sonic geometry, the language of frequency, so Coming frequently, do, making science frequently, uh New Earth, filled with new verbs Canonically bumping speakers, sounding superb And we burnin' new herb, locked into the nether-sphere Constantly in a trance, but we never fear Okay, well, maybe just a little, but I swear That I will steal the devil's fiddle And make him cut a rug right down the middle with New slurs, new verbs New curves, new nouns, new sounds New pounds, new rounds, new hounds You frown, you frown New slurs, new verbs New curves, new nouns, new sounds New pounds, new rounds, new hounds And you frown I was a baby rapper, rhyming in my own words And I do the same thang now, twenty odd years Spent up in the clouds with some homies that be wielding verbs Like farmers on the land, grow these visions like yams And put 'em in the grateful hands I draw my sword like a line up in the sand, no, it's never bland It's always in the plan and in the palm I keep a sprinkle Of the seasoning all season long, so Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along And what we got, son? New slurs, new verbs New curves, new nouns, new sounds New pounds, new rounds, new hounds You frown, you frown (What you do? Oh) New slurs, new verbs New curves, new nouns, new sounds New pounds, new rounds, new hounds And you frown (While you frown) But what we do? Flipped it around But what we do? Flipped it around But what we do? Flipped it around Put yourself in Heaven now Heralds standing by Soulfolks think-tank And now is the time for doing Now is the time for doing, shh And it's funny My listener Jive with that My numbers are crazy Which makes them realize, how am I listening to this? Man, you know, I mean, your ones and your twos matter Because, um, ain't nothin' but numbers Because, um, my chop is just so accurate, and And it's funny and fun It's mind boggling and I want it to be Seen 'em lookin', hope they keep it pushin', if not Gon' have to remind them I am from a time when Rappin' really meant somethin', please don't start bluffin' 'Bout your skills and that visible thresholds and negative stress Still kill for that I'm like how snipers feel 'bout open fields with that You make yourself an easy target Personality fits in all these neat compartments Twiddling my fingers slowly Onward mosey through the indices and 'stices Intricacies enlisted in service of Ulysses S. whomever, suppose nothing was reconstructed Small deposit was quickly deducted, nearly corrupted But that means not complete, the battle rages weekly, but I can dig it, really, I can dig it, really I can dig it, really, I can dig it, really It's chaos down here, it's chaotic down here It's chaos And that's the power of creation And that's the power of creation And that's the power of creation It's chaos, chaos