redguard snipers

Nature honors persistence

Infinitude rolls through you for an instant

Martyred for visions, brace 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 a

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 nethersphere

Constantly in a trance, but we never fear

Ok 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 [?], you frown, you frown

New slurs, new verbs, new curves

New nouns, new sounds, new pounds

New rounds, new [?], 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 weilding 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 [?], you frown

New slurs, new verbs, new curves

New nouns, new sounds, new pounds

New rounds, new [?], and 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

Soul folks think-tank

And now is the time for doing it

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 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

S'pose nothing was reconstructed

Small deposit was quickly deducted, nearly corrupted

But that means naught

The battle rages weekly, but 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, is chaos