[Verse 1: Ozi Batla]
Things begin thin, then get fat
With rhymes like calories, crunchy like celery
So please, don't tell me you can fill me with excuses
Every diss you're using, I'd have knocked in your noose
No news is good news these days, so my way's with lyrical invention
Seeking prevention to wack conventions of the past
All I ask is a starting point, but what's in the point in casting stones at the sun?
I'll just get done, what I must, on my Pat Malones
Hittin' it home, writing phat tracks to a revolution
Seeking solutions to stalled norms
Facts in pollution of all forms
Placing pauses, causing retraction of claws
Of pussycats wearing backwards baseball caps indoors at night-time
Sometimes, thinking deep is required to reveal the good find
Spitting ink, my pen sinks into think tanks
Data banks fill up, we skill up and give thanks
That the snap of me, I've got a symbiosis
Doctor's prognosis: rapping juice hypnosis
Like bugs, we're all over this
Continental shelf shifts
When we rock like tectonics, the style is still embryonic
Formats like will collapse under our 7.4 on the Richter
So sharp you could call it a Victa mower
Who know a how deep this thing flower
We flow in like fluid, mate, you flow too if you're in the mood
Mind looms this beat and I weave with shards of light too sharp to bite
Uh huh, that's right
Mind looms this beat and I weave with shards of light too sharp to bite
Things begin thin, then get fat
With rhymes like calories, crunchy like celery
So please, don't tell me you can fill me with excuses
Every diss you're using, I'd have knocked in your noose
No news is good news these days, so my way's with lyrical invention
Seeking prevention to wack conventions of the past
All I ask is a starting point, but what's in the point in casting stones at the sun?
I'll just get done, what I must, on my Pat Malones
Hittin' it home, writing phat tracks to a revolution
Seeking solutions to stalled norms
Facts in pollution of all forms
Placing pauses, causing retraction of claws
Of pussycats wearing backwards baseball caps indoors at night-time
Sometimes, thinking deep is required to reveal the good find
Spitting ink, my pen sinks into think tanks
Data banks fill up, we skill up and give thanks
That the snap of me, I've got a symbiosis
Doctor's prognosis: rapping juice hypnosis
Like bugs, we're all over this
Continental shelf shifts
When we rock like tectonics, the style is still embryonic
Formats like will collapse under our 7.4 on the Richter
So sharp you could call it a Victa mower
Who know a how deep this thing flower
We flow in like fluid, mate, you flow too if you're in the mood
Mind looms this beat and I weave with shards of light too sharp to bite
Uh huh, that's right
Mind looms this beat and I weave with shards of light too sharp to bite
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