[Chorus x1]
Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions
Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals
Universe unfolds in parallel stories
So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities
[Verse I]
All Black, lyrical combat / power ranger
Black magic catalyst, melanin black excellence
I'm black like Bobby Timmons on the keys
Thelonious drifting on a Monk's dream, weaving Art Blakey
Percussions off the stars / drumming
Stardust from the cosmos, that's nebula from the cranium /
Xavier to Martin Luther
King Malcolm, Magneto, wielding the (e)X/caliber
My caliber is Soul stuttering in the astral plane
Waltz beneath the heavens, I'm dwelling between
Past memories, where dragons dream
My string theory is caught in a celestial body
Woven tapestries in a multitude of hues
Masamune blade carried in the moonlight's groove
Just a Vagabond holding flowers for Algernon
Moving on, cuz I'm steady on that Black Power / Ranger
[Chorus x2]
Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions
Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals
Universe unfolds in parallel stories
So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities
[Verse II]
Black Sheep(s) and battle raps
Metaphors and meteors, adorn
The style when I hit the groove
Sooth souls with moves that glisten like moons
Eclipsing the tongue with [Huh], funkadelic rhetoric
Imbedded in the sunset, Sun Flower Samurai, I be that G-child
From the fortress of Wind
Ascend, to cleanse pens. Descend, to blow minds
Defined, in jam sessions or the lessons of the sky
Sky be our epitaph, untapped by the matrix
Vortex of wisdom injected in Twilight, pre-tense to the Princess
Offset to the stardust, combust when I bust knowledge
Meditation in the relation of the universe
Falling comets in the karma of Majora's mask
Link liberating light within the shadow of our spoken word
Wielding spoken swords, sparking some insight, like
"Yo, ain't that—?”
[Chorus x2]
Power to your hustle, you're moving with blind intentions
Grind hard until, your idols be your rivals
Universe unfolds in parallel stories
So dance with the ghost of your own possibilities
[Bridge]
So we can breathe (x8)
[Outro]
So yeah you / you in the back, you can come too
As we search, through my memories, breaking clear
From fallacies / Battling he, the Yin and Yang
In the mirror / Cleaning the attic, within my mind
Until my vision is clearer