Yardbird

Himalayan Mountain Life

Taniguchi Buson

Focus

Focus

This nagging regret is now my sparring partner

Diesel

Grand

Moment of silence

Let me find my purpose

Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye

Conscience calling, it's high time I took these lay-ups

Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird

Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions

Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs

Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon

From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird

Focused now for when the hunger pangs

Are telling me I'm flesh and blood

And no greater than those around me

Focused in for when the verse becomes a desert plain

Drifting, all-consuming plus overwhelming

Focused now for when the truth will out

And I become a waterfall of proof that I can only drown in

I'm drilling deep until I come to terms that I'm a salt grain

Amongst them Coltranes and Buddy Boldens

Reaching this base line

Shedding skins, layer after layer 'til I find my core

Purposefully destroying to rebuild

'Til I can answer with an open promise what I'm fighting for

The way I think is labyrinthine

I'm wading into pools of deep thought until my soul is soaking

Until my soiled palms, lungs, and heart are rinsed clean

Until this oak and cedar cross bared upon my shoulder's broken

So now you catch me thriving

But only in the present moment

Up to now was coping

I lift this burden clean off my arm and chest

Like an Arnold press

And turn these words and music into fists of Logan

Moment of silence

Let me find my purpose

Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye

Conscience calling, it's high time I hit these lay-ups

Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird

Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions

Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs

Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon

From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird

See

This world you walk in is mine

Them words you're speaking I own

I keep receipts on what is loaned and leased and how much I'm owed

There is a code and best believe that I will reap what is sown

The difference between me and those

Is how I stays unique with the tone

Like it's the curve upon the face of Mona Lisa's cheek bone

And I will not condone

Any further use of this throne

I work my powers like Medusa then reduce 'em to stone

Fabrics ironed from a finer cloth

Hailing from the lands of Maid Marians and Friar Tucks

Merlin of Sherwood, serving 'em spells

And permeating any surface up with permanent shells I'm Diesel

League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul

These vowels forged like Night Blades in Valhöll

I wheel this Faber-Castell like it's a scalpel

And disembowel your X Pro Tools with Gothics in italics

The pen is mightier than sword

Plus the tongue of soul

I leave my DNA inside these ink blotches

Rorschach masks

I serve 'em up with recipes

And methods for the storms I'm cooking beyond them cinematics

Let me find my purpose

Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye

Conscience calling, it's high time I hit them lay-ups

Moving through these scales like I'm Yardbird

Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions

Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs

Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon

From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird

Diesel