Everything is perfect the sun revol- all that stuff is rhythm

And we should… we should think of rhythm like-

Lot of views in order to really improvise you got to think of rhythm

You got to think of..

I had to make it happen heavy on my eyes

A lot to pay the tax an put it in the practice

Learning how to dance, aces in the hand

Package in a vacuum painful as the past

I placed it in the bet, bet they take the bait

They steady moving backwards pacing at a glance

Hisses from assassins, breathing down my neck Arson in the artist life will lit the gas

I’m putting boots to asses, town is painting red

Raging in the passion falling out my hands

Sky above will catch me, crazy as it gets

Pointe in the words and spoken in my steps is Mr. Puppet Master

Taking what he gets

I had to make it happen

I had to make-

And yet rhythm rules the world

If.. if one thing got off rhythmically the whole universe would collapse

Everything is perfect