HighsToLowsRemix

Individual stars float in an ocean of God. Rocking

A pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars

Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars

Holding me back down to Earth through physical laws

Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume

Comets flying through space, bringing possible doom

Blocking the Sun, bring a holocaust on the world

I'm talking back to Father Time. Mother Earth is my girl

I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death

Watching my step 'cause The Devil's never one to respect

Come correct on the studio track, taking it back

To the pen and pad. I blast the original rap

Brother on the b-boy tip. With Krylon spit

I tag the charts with the graphical hits

So who you ******* with? Arm, leg, leg to arm, head

Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez

I be the original son of a *****, hurting your wrist

'Cause you spinning my s**t so much the needle skip

Flip to the rhythm and reminisce. Remember

The days of '94-hip hop was a gift (OK)

Words out of her lips came straight from the heart

Never prepackaged or bought for negative thought

Peddled to consumers, magazines, and rumors

Commercial spots turn real artists to looters

Precise rap, rock and roll. *****, let's do this

I'll float through notes, break beats with my maneuvers

Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness

Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses

Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications

And tribulations of my life of revelations

Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness

Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses

Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications

And tribulations of my life of revelations

Speaking to Scorpius making my heart turn to porcelain

It used to have a steady beat. Now it's easily broken

Mind coasting, train of thought stopped emotions

Welling at the core of my being, causing commotion

Need to release 'cause the stress'll tear me to pieces

My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases

The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this

I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this

Will He help or do I have to do this myself?

Alone and confused, the blues burden my health

My eyes remain closed 'cause my highs are lows

I'm feeling the blows of rain 'cause my pain is cold

Now who am I? A man or pawn in life?

Living day to day, I pray-am I wrong or right?

Losing my mind, so maybe you can help me find

The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind

Trying to sleep. "Sleep is the cousin of death"

Said a wise man from Queensbridge on beats he blessed (Yeah)

Trying to rest. Instead, I rest my head

On a pillow of hardships-misery is the bed

On my back, I lie. I can see the skies

Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes

And I can't move. Grief won't let me think

My soul is dry. I crawl just to take a drink

I made you blink, think like invisible man

With mechanical hands, trying to reach out to my fans