Leftwrite and Vishnu, we coming to get you Leftwrite and Vishnu hit you with lyrics Kicks like jujitsu, I know that you hear it It was standard issue this old school spirit Zed takes the Cake and creates, but don’t clear it Clear fit, permit me to spit just a bit. Oh shit! That’s sick, the quick click of the hi hats Plus the punch of the kick Conjunction junction, what’s the function of it? A snare appears as a punch to the chin No matter what state or country you’re in As long as you live in comfortable skin Then the rhythm also resides within Amen! Hallelujah! Oh Lord! A groove moves through ya Smooth, but still nasty like a barracuda We’re hot in Alaska, cool in Bermuda Students of life, our minds right No attitude of entitlement My ascent’s dependent on my use of my environment Vishnu’s burning midnight oil, someone open up a fire vent We escaped the confines of conformity Cut a hole in the wire fence Getting acorns for retirement Squirrely world we’re living in Never giving in, deliver the energy And the ends are out on a limb We’ve come to kill it with all skill no gimmick Turn critical cynics to to big fans in minutes We’ve come to win it, master rap and quit it But not before we grab a fat bag of spinach Success and a check are meaningless without respect Zed and Left want to be both ill and deft, Skilled and def, still thrilled to death (Step to the mic) To shred hot bars leaving heads impressed We want to be our best foremost and first We want to progress while most revert We want to stay fresh in a host of turds Most concerned to boast most gross earned We learn everyday the earth turns (Keep our sound) We squirm underground like earthworms We burn every track with the sing-rap Leave (bleep?) the bleep clack please bring back Boom bap reminiscent of a time Emcees were defined by busting rhymes Straight crushing minds Verbal blunderbuss, skill preposterous Leaving them saying “In hip hop we trust” And in fact we do That’s why we rap and makes tracks for you Leftwrite and Vishnu, one and one makes two Two makes a crew, ANTI-GAME coming through ANTI-GAME won't play by the rules of the game All the same we came to win it Won't act the fool or resort to gimmicks For 15 minutes and a bag of spinach No interest in fame and a check Unless success comes with respect And in that respect you can surely bet Zed and Left want to be the next Red and Meth We wanna be our best foremost and first We wanna progress while most revert We wanna stay fresh in a host of turds That are most concerned to boast most gross earned Honestly that bothers me Hip hop is not another job to me See it comes from the heart it's artistry Partake of my art it's a part of me We truly believe that quality’s Always gotta be a hot commodity And if not it certainly ought to be It's odd to me that good hip hop is an oddity So with no ambiguity Spew truth no misconstruing me To be a real emcee means mastery Lyrically. You hearing me? Leftwrite and Vishnu, get ready for round 2 Lyrical fitness. Spit it with a quickness Rap’s no synonym for ignorance. No! Stupidity will be met with resistance. Yes! I've had it with apathy, now can I get a witness? Hell yes! Gotta say what I feel A dope beat and ill emcee seal the deal Stay real and keep competition on their heels Build skills until they buy meals and pay bills Lyrical misfits, rippin’ it’s our business Listless lyricists can’t spit this Yo, I don't get it dude Can you not have hot beats and lyrics too? The two need not mutually exclude one another What a bummer having jelly with no peanut butter Me and my brother hit the kitchen With ingredients for the main dish and the fixings Mixing complementary tones, now we're cooking Surround a sound spectrum like a pair of bookends Need more information? Look, listen, read Study and practice then increase the speed Zippy lips rip it, spit it like we give a shit Witty lids, flip scripts, tell the truth, and never quit Dap to rappers who've mastered the craft of gab Props to producers making beats in the lab Turn it up! Rattle the rear view on cars near you Make it loud enough for everyone to hear too If it’s too loud, you’re too old. Stay proud. Stay bold Crank the stereo. Yo! Gimme some mo! Woo ha! Boo yah! We brewed a brouhaha Get the moolah by making you say ooh la la Never chew fois gras. Reach heights and stay grounded Well fed, well read, well bred, well rounded The horn has sounded. ANTI-GAMEface on. What! Our brag is tongue in cheek ‘cuz our music is fun But don't mistake thoughtfulness for weakness Dumbed down clown emcees should speak less Weak flesh needs a strong mind. We got two! Need fresh beats and dope rhymes? We got you! Some say trap killed hip hop. No, it’s not true It’ll clot soon. Just an unfresh flesh wound. Eww! Fire beats and lit lyrics are here to cauterize Ears hear the heat, giving you the saucer eyes Leftwrite and Vishnu keep sights on the prize And we’re fully authorized to make everybody rise! Throw your hands in the sky, feel alive Live in the rhythm and do more than survive Thrive, take a chance for a dream Dollar, dollar bill, y’all. Get the money. C.R.E.A.M. ANTI-GAME so fresh and so clean Leftwrite and Vishnu, we said that we’d get you

Pay no royalties. Sample yourself Find an old spice and believe in yoursmelf It feels so nice achieving more wealth… Or so I heard, I’ve been deceiving myself Beats and rhymes have been increasing my health During them times when I’m not breathing as well Assuming that turtle temperament; not leaving my shell Music and family came and they retrieved me from hell That’s a whole different story to tell Now I’m feeling so swell Vishnu’s got my hands towards the ceiling, for real The track’s completed, revealing our skill The sample’s 7 years old. And yet I’m feeling it still It’s nothing magic. We ain’t healing the ill We are ill. And we’re stealing the bill And that’s the dealy; the drill There’s no concealing the spill Hit you with the breakbeat fill Followed by that squealy harmonica trill ANTI-GAME No budget Making music for the simple fact that we love it ANTI-GAME No question That we don’t give a damn about who we’re impressing ANTI-GAME No nonsense Keeping it catchy without sacrificing content ANTI-GAME No stopping Getting old fast. Slowing down? Not an option Exhume a tune written one afternoon Next to the half bathroom in the backroom Just a tad soon on the downbeat a bad loop We had to make do with what we had dude Clean up the slop with pristine sample chop Lay hot drums on top that pop off with an ample drop Knocking your boots, high tops or sandals off Lock it up, render it down and hand it off To Leftwrite to write some tight bars Rife with insight into life no trite memoirs That incite me to write my parts Original! The only style we bite: Ours We might spar but never stray far from loyalty We’re water and flour not water and oil, see We royally broke with no budget for fees So we sample ourselves for free; pay no royalties. Yo.

Tearing down the path mad fast in a mad dash Like a badass until I hit a bad patch Almost had a bad crash, yes it’s true Turned into a sad sack stressed and blue Then I had a flashback of two cats who asked When you're strapped for cash why choose to rap? Why go through that? What if you’re too wack? We’ll take the chance for the love, never lose that Can I get a true that? (True that) That’s that Forgot where we started let the mood get too black Get a new crew track, get the groove back Leftwrite, Vishnu, boom bap and a few laugh Time to time you get caught in the grind Tired, uninspired, distraught in your mind Working overtime, trying to climb Uphill and be ill but your skills decline When you're inclined to whine and be resigned To the bottom line, and just try to sign On the dotted line, you gotta realign The goal you hold with your soul and shine Press rewind Best be reminded of stress free times Leave behind any mess we find Lest we undermine fresh beats and rhymes The quest to the shrine is one steep climb Every track must impress and be sublime Coalesce the skill and the will divine They must not divide they must be combined The heart is the ark where the spark resides Leave that part in the dark and the art will die Cut the root and the fruit withers on the vine Don't blind the third eye leave it open wide Keep all the plates spinning Keep calm and keep grinning Keep living and loving Keep forgiving, keep sinning now Wear many hats and play many roles Seek to achieve peace, reach peaks, Learn, teach, and touch souls No time to rest my head. Get out of bed Get my daughter dressed and fed Kiss the wife, I see her off to work This is where my idleness often lurks Toys and cartoons, books and chalk A mini me, see the ways she looks and talks It’s hard to record when she wants to play She’s stuck in fast forward. Can I pause today? Hope and pray. Nope, no way She read Dr. Seuss. I wrote two eights Lay her down for a nap and lay down the track I’m an acrobat practicing my balancing act Rap and sing for the love and cuz I got the knack I’m a Big Papa and I got my swagger back With Vishnu, this crew serving up a fresh stew A dish brewed using better produce than the rest do But still not here to impress you Just blessed to make tunes and express truth We are youthful spirits with old souls Cold coals cook no kettles (Heat it up) Roaring waters won’t settle (Stir it up) We’re speaking through speakers (Turn it up) Eager to be heard, doing what we love to make a buck Baby girl is waking up, I better get to making lunch I need to help out more around the house And do some laundry ‘cause there’s a bunch Little lady’s telling me that she wants to play outside It’s late October but the weather’s still nice Hit her with the bug spray cause in the country We gotta fight fleas, ticks, and lice A slight breeze knocked down by my trees Dances with my daughter in a shower of leaves It’s hard to believe what can be achieved My earbuds are bumping Vishnu’s new beat The melody’s sweet and the drums are slapping It’s on repeat. Maybe lyrics will happen My kid is laughing and chasing the dog I’m getting work done so it’s a good day off If the hard work’s fun then it could pay off If my head stays hard and my heart stays soft She wants to hear what I put in my ear So I say, “Come here,” and I give her a listen It makes her smile. She starts to groove Hands in the air, her soul position Pure joy in a moment Our sole possession, we own it She teaches me what it is to be Completely free with eyes open Lyrics leap into my mind and mouth Let’s go inside, I need to write these down Dinner, bath, book, snack, and a little TV Snuggles on the couch and now she’s off to sleep Kiss the wife, now off of work This is where my gratitude often lurks My music, my life, my kid, my wife My fam, my crew, my love, my truth My youth is passed down to my youth My truth is passed down in this booth Today was a good day, just like Cube said Get into bed, time to rest my head

It’s Vishnu the true blue, half of this rap crew That use skills to pay dues and break through A no frills dude who builds ill grooves That will thrill you and make you make moves Vishnu the true blue, half of this rap crew That use skills to pay dues and break through A no frills dude who builds ill grooves That will thrill you until you say WOO! Before my ANTI-GAME debut, hey I prayed through The mic to the rap gods that I stay true To the art, to the science and ANTI-GAME too May we always stay friends, amen, begin phase two Pave new pathways that will amaze you Blaze through and see drivel shrivel like sautéed shrooms Leave cliché crews snafued in dismayed moods Parlez-vous hip hop? Then bienvenue Welcome to Rue Vishnu lame tunes will need new Brake shoes upon rendezvous with Vishnu who Aims to put an end to yay-hoo’s inane spews So stay tuned for another round of his strange brews No day too askew they can’t elate you Lay blooms on gray tombs reanimate you so make room For Vishnu! Say who? Forgot my name way too soon One more time to remind you this is take two Call me Leftwrite I live a blessed life. A beautiful daughter I got the best wife. I got peace of mind, so I rest nights Inside this chest, pride. This is not a test flight Necks might snap when I bless mics. Fresh, right? Am I hype enough to excite? Yes. You guessed right Leftwrite. Flesh white, but less like the next guys On websites rife with unsalted French fries But, braggadocio doesn’t suit me Just move me with an uber-loopy beat and keep it super groovy I love the Super Troopers movie I never shot an Uzi But I do enjoy a Gentleman Jack in a Jacuzzi I grill a steak juicy. I’m laidback, loosey-goosey I hold on loosely to the pen and tattoo me to the loose leaf Truth speaks when I think with ink Mucho prose flows when the hose unkinks So distinct, crisp and refreshing like soda drinks My sound slithers sideways like a cobra slinks Again, it’s Leftwrite. Def tight, deft rhymes Handwritten and text typed Plus a voice that does more than just check mics Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite Of Anti-Game we hit your brain like a lead pipe Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite These rhymes are falling of the vine, man, they’re red ripe Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite Of Anti-Game we hit your brain like a lead pipe My name is Leftwrite, Leftwrite We on the go, we know nothing ‘bout that redlight

A laid back delivery fell from the giving tree How cleverly man staged the death of chivalry Riddle me this or riddle me that Is is time to retire or just fix a flat Mix and match an itch and a scratch Yolk faces crack up when eggs don’t hatch Maybe it means something Maybe it doesn’t Maybe it’s all related like brothers and cousins Maybe it just sounds good and feels good too Forever staying to thine own self true A two man coup, a fu man chu I feel the Earth spinning in super slo-mo Which hobo just pitched the oboe? Oh no! Uh, I did Too many homosapiens Gotta find a place to escape again Let’s get some food. I’m thinking Mexican Well okay then I blow the harp on some Biggie Smalls Not too loud, damn these skinny walls Damn this cell phone too many calls Getting to the goal without any stalls Isn’t any life at all Stop and smell the roses From the petals into the noses Those sweet scents are sent into memory Before opportunity’s door closes An owned moment with little spent energy Time’s ticket’s first class, no delay to getting older now Un-expectations are waiting at every turn More weight upon them shoulders now The ability to adapt comes with that live and learn Fire burns, but that was already known Being childish isn’t cool when you’re already grown No happiness stems from a bitch or a moan And egotism is a stinky cologne Feels good to be home. Feels good to get away Feels good to feel good. Good god, I gotta say A lot of days run together, a marathon that carries on Word is bond for everyone, but some glue isn’t very strong Just waiting on epiphone’s appearance But it’s mostly ideas cluttered with creative interference One day from there, looking back at here A few more grey hairs, a smile, and a story to share Another season change, a reason to rearrange The decor from the floor to the ceiling in your brain Redesign your mind home before you find time’s flown You gotta get up, get out, get going or get gone Yo I don’t recall procrastinating at all I always hit the ground running never dropping the ball Although I’m getting a bit older and I got a spotty memory There might be a couple of times I’m not remembering Who am I kidding? I’ve been spinning my wheels since the beginning Sleeping so hard on my dreams I shit the linen Till I woke up in my early 30’s worried that I’m not making a living Off the gifts that I’ve been given. Huh. Hindsight is a funny thing that can leave you wondering If you should remain a blundering underpaid underling Scurrying for security that money brings Cuz no one wants to hear 30 something guys try to rap and sing That shit is real That’s how I feel But is it true? What should I do? Spit it like this I must resist the urge to be a pissed pessimist Dwell on negative shit like missed goals tell myself that I must persist On the path I’ve picked despite the risk, fully commit no asterisks Procrastination is hazardous there’s no second chances after this With mic in fist practice this craft until I master it Love must be the catalyst no emphasis on avarice Depression I ain't having it grabbing this chance to be An alchemist and change my negativity to happiness Metamorphosis of crappy crabbiness to lasting bliss Therapy through crafting catchy hits with a friend See our sessions through until our seasons end And when we fall we'll somersault through the winter, then spring up again Somersault through the winter, then spring up again

It seems like they're liking it Yeah but they look hungry And people got to eat Whether they're city or they're country Good thing we run our own concession stand Yeah that's the plan! Feed these people, thank them and shake their hands A meet and greet, a bite to eat, and back to their seat Full bellied and ready to hear the album complete Let's make the announcement while the popcorn pops While the drinks get cold and nacho cheese gets hot This is the intermission We appreciate your decision to listen Head to the lobby for a snack Or grab a drink from the kitchen We will begin again in a moment We’re here to spit it real And provide you with audible enjoyment This interlude is brought to you by those two dudes Leftwrite and Vishnu Cooler than the ice hole you fish through Wish you were here, hearing us live we’re just grateful you selected us So many albums out there are just collecting dust A brief pause to give the audience applause If we’re rebels, you’re the cause Absorb our oozing grooves A head wound wound with gauze Thanks for listening, from the real us Zed and Boz Two large cokes one popcorn and a nacho Got it One filet mignon rare with a bowl of gazpacho What? One corndog, one oysters Rockefeller, 86 the shellfish You know we don’t sell this? Yo, what the hell Vish? We gotta give the people what they want No we don’t, we gotta give ‘em real sound without a front Truth As a matter of fact this little snack, candy, and chip shop Is closed for business Let’s get back to the hip hop

If you step to Left and V’s treehouse Heed the sign in the leaves you’ll see it reads Wack emcees: Keep out! No longer wee sprouts, can't believe we've matured While others burned, a blur of growth spurts birthed learned firs Undeterred when absurd things occur With each somber spring, assured their stings bring rings earned We’ve turned our attention to the forest from the trees From cutting down to getting down on bended knee to plant seed We understand man’s needs need plans B and C Feeling antsy when we can’t seem to make life can’t grant the grand dream So we’ve planned a grand scheme, planted the damn tree, a species That will grow to be the evergreen L and V team Speaking metaphorically will branch out and leave your crew defunct With just a wee chunk of the rap sap we extract from our tree trunk g-funk Throwing shade from the boughs of our treehouse Whose roots reach out From the Midwest to the edge of the deep South Spout wack raps? We shout: Weak steez emcees make like trees and leave Peace out! Honing skills in the treehouse, where wisdom seeps out We sit and sip sap at the tip top, loving hip hop, wearing flip flops Every drip drop of blood, sweat, and tears Reappears and rings clear as music to your ears These here wack rap hacks are not tough acts to follow They’re all bark; their logs are all cracked and hollow Containing no content; a shell of rotten nonsense Constant incompetence creates a costly lost sense Of what’s honestly quality and actually good We carved a boom bap bat from I wish you wood Vishnu would swing it. Leftwrite will sing it We think before we shed leaves and we still bring it Vishnu’s the woodsman. You better axe somebody Chopping samples and cutting tracks til his stumps are bloody Listen buddy, better climb down, it’s time to rhyme now Better yet, leap out and keep out. Peace out! Be out our treehouse! Heads in the canopy, feet on the ground Co-Tree-E-Os, and our business is sound Try to lumberjack our style but you can't strip our crowns We stand tall (Timber!) while they all fall down

My spatula tongue turns words into omelettes The phrases I can’t stomach, my mouth vomits The comets comment on my star-like quality But I’m in a hard place to rock solidly, so follow me Follow me if you feel free, if you still breathe I’m building on a feeling that won’t leave A blazing internal inferno that burns so deep Tireless energy fills me, I’m not concerned with sleep I leap into the crowd, where I’m allowed to be loud Proud to have found my own voice, my own sound I break ground on a foundation Constructing a bright future Put on my sunglasses and grab my tools to do work I’m a wiser man now, but I was a fool first I mix heat flashes with cool bursts Who’ll search with me for answers to lost questions? Alone or with an army, to victory’s where I’m destined I’m blessed in uncountable ways Insurmountable raised ridges block pathways to the bridges Climb, fly, swim, wait tables, and wash dishes Vicious wishes for riches and possessions Only lengthen my list of transgressions And enhance my hatred for status obsession I said Aha ha ha ha ha! I make use of what I have Before I harvest, I grow Before I reap, I sow So this so-so solar entity can truly glow A hot cup of G.I. Joe and knowing’s half the battle I’ll project my voice until rib cages rattle That’ll be the day I can say I finally made it So today I face fear, I won’t delay or evade it I’ll parade it down the street and announce its defeat One task complete, find another and repeat I speak on behalf of the weak On behalf of the dumb, the mute I stand before the path pavers and salute I don’t refute the obvious evidence That my sentiment; it’s sediment A thin layer in history piling up Until that fateful day when my part is finally done I’m just another one There’ll be another one And another one Here comes another one Yo. Yo My runaway brain makes tracks out of raw cuts Rehashed scraps and a tall cup of Starbucks Caffeine plus rap fiend and a laptop Brew hip hop that’s hot to the last drop Cuz I'm going for mad props While growing a cash crop Sprout like a weed through the cracks in the black top Spout heat with a backbeat as a backdrop Criticize wack slop with a bit of smack talk But rap pop’s not hip hop’s last stop It’s just something new to amuse the youth so what’s the use Of verbal abuse true rap though it may dilute Recycles and reboots in an endless loop And to tell the truth It gets spruced up by the youth who give it a boost That's what we need Fresh faced farmers planting seed Not grumpy old men like left and me Especially when lyricists seem few and far between So it’s up to you If you're new to the craft here's what to do Tip your hat to the cats that came before you Bite styles of the past till you crack a tooth Then find your own stee and trust your own groove Then young emcees straight bust a move Do what you do got nothing to prove But you could choose to leave rap improved Thus concludes my PSA Please stay tuned I’ve got more to say I’ll rock this mic till I’m old and grey But before I proceed fold hands and pray Om narayanaya vidmahe Vasudevaya dimahe Tan no vishnuh pracodayat Invoke myself and then I rock the spot But I am the spot And I'm you too Advaita baby, it means not two It means Vishnu, all pervasive No boundaries, no limitations No individuals, no separation But appearances are so persuasive Go behind the mind past all sensation Seek peace and release in liberation

Take an Oddyssey with two of hip hop’s oddest oddities Dropping these prophecies against thoughtless novelties Shoddily constructing audio lobotomies And calling it the hottest? Please. The best policy is honesty Honestly, we lost the rap prodigy lottery So we logically gotta be training mentally and bodily Not haughtily assuming sovereignty, while planting seeds patiently And making sure they’re all fed and watered properly See our property is free of wannabee emcee weeds That ought to be taught to see necessity of pedigree They say, ‘Let rap history remain a mystery’ That’s why we’ll be remembered while they fade into obscurity Oh! There we go with the old braggadocio We’re breaking out the square while most rappers stick to do-si-do Okee-doke. So you know, these bros oppose status quo Dog and pony shows of phoney flows and baloney boasts Left, he’s the homie most close to my heart, we’re paired Like a joke that boasts both a dick and a fart We’re rap counterparts, greater as a sum than apart Partners that dispel the stark dark from the art With the smart heartfelt spark we impart We’re part bark, part lark, all emcee eating landshark Upstarts working damn hard to make a damn mark Brick, mortar, hammer, nails, boards on a hand cart Rattle the gate of our castle with a ram of bland art We’ll cackle, jump up to battle, slap hands and man the ramparts Me and you (Leftwrite and Vishnu) One odd two man crew That’s sworn to not conform to well worn rap norms Not brothers born this bond was formed It’s me and you It’s me and you Anti-Game. Not the same. We gots a brain. Got the name? Anti-Game Not ashamed to sing refrains or put emotion on display Nowadays, rap music creates malaise and has parted ways With its artist phase; now it only pays? We don’t buy it. We don’t riot. We don’t diet and we don’t hide it We can knock it ‘cause we’ve tried it. He who denied it supplied it What up, Co-Pilot? Sup, Co-Pilot? Hop in the hip hop chopper; Let’s fly it Up, up, and away. What’s up with the date? Oh, how time gets away There’s not enough in the day. Yo, we got something to say Be yourself. Free your mind and seek peace Follow love and chase dreams til the day that you die Stay off the microphone if you spit it weak, emcees ANTIGAME don't hate the game. We only demand a supply Of tunes infused with good moods or hood grooves To be moved to in Ugg boots or wood shoes Just come original Be a skillful individual. Let lyrics be literal Remain musical. Remember, content is critical Forget forgettable, stay indelible May your actions never be regrettable

A passive agressivist stands on a precipice Fisted pen and twisted grin in a blistering wind A mobile home grew roots, it’s now an edifice It's time for advice from a brother, sister, or friend Spend no more moments wondering what’s ahead of this Keep bright eyes peeled and keep listening in After the genesis, must come the exodus This one is for real, no longer just for pretend A question riddled citizen is bracing to get hit again Complacent comfort comes crashing down Pay closer attention with Paxil and Ritalin Pay up says the drug dealer, who’s laughing now? So few sources, yet so many middle men Stepping back from the edge is hard without asking how But taking the plunge only ensures the villains win Turn around the victory trumpets are blasting sound And the guitars are in perfect harmony Nothing can bring harm to me...at least not right now And that sound, it never brings me down And I’ve found that just the right keys Can be the right key to opening the door Artistry is calling, sick and tired of falling Never too tired to get back up The music is soothing and it keeps me moving Even when obstacles begin to stack up Clueless, without a to-do list Rubix cube confusion, needing a shoe and tooth fix Moonlighting as a monkey that can do tricks For a few tips while showing the restraint of a Buddhist Passion comes before cash in Half-hearted efforts get left in a trash bin No one can be spared without first knocking down the last pin Vish, pass the aspirin! My skulls throbs as my lonely heart sobs My soul rests while my body lives life My mind works out all of my problems But always just too late, too late Took some time to work on my timing Filled a few books searching for meaning Made some music and I saw a beginning Still not finished, no, no, I’m not done In fact I am just getting started On this brand new leg of my journey My story continues to be told Stay tuned for the next episode Just like that we’re back let the cameras roll We all act in the cast of this lifetime show Never know when the season's gonna to be done It could last or go fast even ‘fore it’s begun There’s no reruns so we gotta do our best To live fully face death with no regrets Nonetheless, one can still become depressed Feeling powerless to grasp a lasting happiness I digress, positivity is the best defense When life leaves you in shreds, beats your head senseless To end this, project your own sense of purpose On a malleable world neither valuable nor worthless Deathless, birthless, breathless, life breath, spoken and wordless Soundless sound abounds around us now, have you heard it? No. Maybe my mind’s playing tricks on me There’s definitely a precedent of times that it’s picked on me But with certainty I can’t un-see the unity It certainly moves through you and me, proves we're true and free New view of reality, no more fundamental mental Fallacy of duality Monumental mental malady of a personal me Complete with a backstory to take personally Replete with a deep sense of inadequacy But I can't be a “me” existing only transiently It’s my stee though I probably I ought not be Awkwardly offering thoughts on philosophy This is hip hop please stick to the proper themes No one wants a wannabe hip hop Socrates Want to rock with these green teens properly? Just proffer up another offering of misogyny Drugs and thugs busting slugs from their armory On an auto-tuned harmony, how much harm can it be?

Before we say peace out to you Your fam and your whole crew Leftwrite and Vishnu Wish to extend you another thank you For choosing to use your time to listen to our tunes Yeah And if we may, shout outs are due To our fam and our crew There is no Leftwrite and Vishnu without you Without a doubt you've seen us through So these shout outs we send to you For your support of these two cohorts You know who you are and we love you We say peace out to you Your fam and your whole crew We say shout outs are surely due To our fam and our crew We say peace out to you Your fam and your whole crew We say shout outs are surely due To our fam and our crew Okay, it’s time to go The theme park’s about to close Take the highwire down it’s the end of the show Time to hit the road with no royalties to show Spinach and acorns running low But one thing you can know fuh sho’ We’re never somber spring forward the progress nevers slows You can bet on deck are hot flows for the next episode Another ego humbling oddyssey through L and V's Treehouse Wait and see, for the time being, peace out