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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