whether or not my style's demanding attention
And did I mention that the tension
leads to the apprehension
Of the simplistic, mystic,
Materialistic must've missed it
My tribe grows in numbers
The fast dash in the race for cash
Though the hashes burn slowly,
I'm never one to let the undertow beat
The thing to take me down and drown me
Retreat is worthless, you could run
But you can't hide, no escape
From the feet that keep you moving
like the four -track tape
The one who spits the first,
Translating as sonic loops unfold
Standing, standing, standing
Standing, standing, standing
Force playin' with people
I'm walkin' through all the gritty
I'm tenor to the investor
The arrestor of lost gestures
I can breast her into a ball of glass
The professor, caress her at last
possessor of psychic imagination
a mutant with perfect pollutants
Dink that stank, doesn't need to
while you on crank in point blank range
Your range showed unchanged,
so this is how you think it, I'll be frank
Barely standing on one foot,
dash the key from the leaf
don't wanna meet my fiancé
I took the subway to Taipei,
Her screen plays tricks on me,
hold the flow of the brain on drugs
Still taking out you pseudo thugs,
And they're just undressing,
Or the happiest, or the stealthiest
Hearing my call, bumping into walls
I keep on going till I know it all