Siah:

Yeah...Yeshua the Po ED Siah

Gravity...

Wind blows in the intro frontin like I did it

But them elemental forces blessed me with possession

Fraction of my physical action is a tenth

Nine consist of soul but I'm (down by fault)

The span of my arms does not constitute my reach

That's the sideways A of the Y's a few feet

Vertical is 5'4 giving you the two dimensional

Third is the depth that's incomprehensible

Fourth is the time that binds space

Situated in the mind with the rhyme race

Like speed I feed the rhythm ill thoughts

Without a hook and it still gets caught

I scale walls like fish

Bringin the mix from across the river Styx

For decipherin like the matrix

In the annals of rap, I want the dog-eared page

Nothin less than that, plus a whole lot more

And it's hard livin by the mental intersection

Where writer's block is sorta like gridlock, yeah

Bit my connection with the Earth is by night

So 'til my body's terminated I'm a always rhyme tight

It's like that



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Gravity, achin like a cavity

Takin its toll, but not controllin my soul

Gravity, aches like a cavity

Takes its toll, but not controllin my soul



Yeshua:

Listen and remember, MCs who render empty compositions tender

Stop rappin like Christians at the end of December

Called up science to make a deal

Permittin my defiance at gravity in hip hop

Let's form an alliance, keep me rappin (amidly?)

And you'll be proud guaranteed if you'll only let my shit drop

Pete Morgan demanded me to never harden

Spittin the (intellegular?) but be the regular I beg your pardon

I got a call, on the other line

I reckon your time is precious, so I'll only be a second

With that, I hit that button, it was wife

But she's a bitch, so I switch back, nothing but an interruption

Let's get back to our discussion, is it on?

He said "Bet" and then voices exit

Since then I rip a, rhyme without hesi-tation

As if I, had wings or better

Doing backflips on tightropes it's phat shit that I wrote

And on practice I hang on the factors that I float

Let go, and get so high like my icon be

Ready to check for I.D. to flow beyond me

My jaw, oozin raw rhymes being direct cause

Of Newton's law losing meaning

If there was a chance of history havin me grapple the apple

We wouldn't overstand gravity



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Siah:

Trapped on this planet, I didn't plan it

Stuck to the granite my shells find light

But the light's infinite, looks right into it

I into it, links like sausages

Kinks in my brain, keeping me sane

On a jet plane, or on ethereal planes

Reach the ladder by a former, rhyme rope ladder

Climbin and creatin, rung by line

But an unseen force, plots my course

Down I'm forced, to the ground I slip

and the rhyme rope rips, fingertips are cut

Hands get burnt and I retreat to the hut

You see blisters, turn a boy into a mister

But gravity aches like a cavity

Takes its toll, but not controllin my soul

I hold a hole in my soul to keep it warm in the cold

And in the cold, my winter breath forms words

Literally you see me speak in three dimensional verbs

Intentional swerves, not conventional blurbs

I got forty foes, and roll with forty thieves

Takin beats and breaks and when the Lord Jesus son

And even it come we take flight in the night

With the iron fist, with the iron fist

Defying science...



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