CH:
Try to move get you up then ya drop (get down)
Try and groove fire fuse make it pop (get down)
I rock that fuse make it hot let it knock (come on)
Now come and rock wit me say baby rock with me

I breathe the pressure of the sun.
Feel the sweat of the lesser one, invest in my time and bring my mind to your fire gun.
Messiah zion.
Siren the voice of a lion, 9 outta 9 times we fall down but keep climbing
(But it’s electric lightning)
I feel the pressure it’s exciting to inspire inner flight and turn my work into a fight
Man it’s sober frightening.
So delightful hold a light full of this soldier rhyming.
Slow designing of a fold in time it’s so enticing
I’m holding writing as my only form of vocal violence
It’s social science and my only way to other climates
I’m rising slowly o the top can’t you see I’m trying
To turn this day into a way so you can find a line
It’s every man for every plan I got a vote of silence
Now turn these lights off baby can’t you see me shining (can’t you see me shining)
I got that backpack full of that electric lightning.

CH 2x:

In my beatnik B boy Bikram
I’ll stretch myself to the ceiling
With a feeling of nostalgia lathered with a lasting healing
Wheeling round and round baby go we go we go
In a passionate dance between the wind and my echo
And I’ve lost the imposter
Green eyed monsta , Doppelganger brag bad boy body stomper
The romper and rammer, Quick plan scammer
Slick tick trickle trust fickle tongue stammer me never
Full of my convictions, wherever
Measured aphrodisiacs capture my endeavors
And I’ve severed the ties, and weathered the tides
I’m heading for the coast line jumping off a sky rise!

CH 2x:

Kings and gypsies metal and gritty
I cop a gram of this mic shot I’m tryin to make your life rock
Metal makers in the world of debaters
so I rock like a crater sending shots through equators
Keep your skin tight, When I move through a city like midnight.
It’s a mess so I guess better bless with the best on a quest with a chest like a windpipe,
I need that sign. Gimme that sign.
I’m stopping time baby this is lifes design.

Cast upon a fast track, With my back pack
Got a notebook, In my knapsack
Got a long stick , Where my sack sits
Got a book in my pocket you might read it
Bout this relevant, benevolent, Instrumental element
Heaven sent brethren, To circumvent each circumstance
with consequences detrimental monumental tension
Universal constitutions to uphold their moral tension
I’d like to mention, Apprehension runs real deep
For Your wordsmith fine print leader of the sheep
Rather sleep with my eyes stitched, And my fist clenched
An Old school hybrid with new school ethics

I get down! And then we knock like woah. (Uh Yeah). We came to rock that show. I get down! We came to stop drop roll I gotta hop-scotch stall ‘em with a rock flip flow


*Written by Robert Gallo and Matthew Burke. All Lyrics property of Vokab Kompany copyright 2009