(feat. Approach)



[Man Talking]

"And here's another hi-fi collectors item with a heart warming story"



[Verse 1:  Approach, Mac Lethal]

The vibe of the vivrant, read'em when my eyes met

I'm complex with content but compliment the consciousness

What's common sense?

My kinda current condiments carry up from ???

From all the venom you spit...



With indigo flames I'm supposed to sear the tips end

My ultra proteus associate is close to disappearing (WHOOP!!)

To a labyrinth where ? can spit flows and

FREEZE the tongues of backpackers and hip clones...



I miss those wonderous times and glorious rhymes

when young shaun only had to ponder which pond to skip a rock on

Days were long indeed but I sit back relax and enjoy the cool breeze...



FOOL PLEASE!! life is more than holstered gats

If I'm supposed to fear death God is smokin crack

Plugged to deftone

Put me in your rock band and I might pierce my tongue through the headphones 

red phone...



The M die, eeeehhhhhh

The mission excel to spell the riddle

Stupid tales and riddles

I was delivered to the middle

To add a little fizzle to the chicken on the grittle

Seasoned bright in the thick of the night...



Chisel with a pen full of coin flipped wit

Impale my body on a skyscrapers pointed tip

At cold angles

I feel right to lay down designs like snow angels...



[Chorus x2: girl singing]

A cool breeze flows in my new wasp

Some get stung it's worth the cost



[Man talking again]

"If your record player has come this far without visible damage, 

you've got yourself a wonderful piece of equipment.  And all kidding 

aside, you're entitled to hear some of the truly amazing things that 

your hi-fi phonograph can do."



[Verse 2:  Mac Lethal, Approach]

Like, hairy hand Approach to beat little girls up, with large ??



Mother nature is a manic depressive

And father time is a dead beat dad with excessive drinking problems

Now he's lost and swerve and talk and slur

and slipping on the earths frosting surface

But I'm walking perfectly

Shiiiit those are like the two perfect words for me

But if I'm a waste that you never felt

Then I'ma hang your vivid dreams with my leather belt...



Coughing gets ridiculous

So many men are envious before I even drop the disc

I hear the silent hissss

Approach feels he's better than us man he's stuck up

Marked for death if I dare to compete

I just move to a different beat

Kick it with schemes see

To post streets for the homies can eat

It's really not that weak but for me theres nothin better

The warmth of the rhythm is protection from the weather...



Yeeap, and we don't even want the retribution man

We're laughing at attempts of your public execution

Acting all bitter with your frostbitten souls that's it case closed

You're gettin pigeon-holed...



And it's silly though

Cuz we came from the same womb

The rush of emotion put your soul in the dark tomb

What's left to loom

Is negative air but your forgiven bro

Cuz there is a heaven up there...



[Chorus x2]