Interlude 03 (Freestyle) - clipping.

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, here we go

What if everything was at the wrong time?

Lying, the wrong space, and songs rhyme

To meter out the distance back to the stream

With kings and queens and every hiccup in between

Was dreams and all the blood and death would mean something

With another eye open and

fists raised

Just a greeting or phrase

A meeting of retired militants

, the war-torn regions

Only known for killing only beautiful black

Sit in the pyramids, me and Imhotep are homies

Sense of loneliness the price of paying for a

new beginning

I got a pocket full of stars

Flyin' up to Mars

You inhibit a world where hue is not a death sentence

So drop the message, already open for suggestion, whatever

Get at me, my brothers, my sisters, get at me

Where are you