NEVER IDLE
[Solace Zeta]
Verse 1:
Foremost & first my birth predated-times when creative-rhymes fell-outta-fashion/
This is the reinvention of redemption, convention-al wisdom will uncover-eyes ‘cause otherwise you can smell-out-the-ash-in/
The air-when flaring nostrils were subjected which detected the hostile firestorm-erupting/
Destruction & creation cloned, zones of subduction, leave the entire-form-combusting/
At the ember's center, emerge frightening power surge of lightning my empire's-born-adjusting/
To life & times like ma**ive climate shifts & our dire-scorn-interrupting/
So as knows usual perusal shows/
Rapid, cla**ic, climatic graphics, outcome's magic as if attire's-torn-disgusting/
But I saved-the-day/
Beat the nemesis & finished-with a cliché sentence-that I got paid-to-say/
Quick to flip your wig a big talker,-torch-your mic hero's-dentures/
Plus make the mind-freeze like Chinese water-torture at sub zero-temperatures/
Then swear on the air I'll make waves like tide'll/
Cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather I'm never idle…
HOOK:
[Presence is felt like the tip of a pen/
Above all my words stimulate & transcend/]
[Hits hard within shattering/
Stone hearts into shards that bleed/]
[Emcees take flight right when I write like a stampede/]
[Spliffs light up like fluorescents/]
[Fill the night up with smoke spiraling toward the crescent/]
[Symbolic of a lifestyle, waning to waxing, always changing & never idle]
Verse 2:
(Solace I think they need a hero…Well I'm gonna zero…)
To light-year/
No slight-sneer/
Quite-clear/I'm right here/
To use-abilities/
Refuse-hostilities/
To mankind/
A grand-mind/
That can-rhyme/
Moving like the hands-of-time/
These look-a-likes/that took-a-hike/
Are the meager & shook-type/
'cause it's either book-a-flight/
Or cook-ripe/
And expedient like ingredients in a chef's-dishes/
Their best-pitches/
Just sail-past-the-fence/
Heard-the-crate reverberate as the nail-crashed-against/
The lid-of-the-coffin/
What it did-to-the-mocking/
Stopped-when/
Dropped-in/
The Earth's-dirt/
The first-jerk/
With the worst-smirk/
Changes cause one aim-is to exert-hurt/
On the foulest with malice & plow-this route no doubt for vehicles-to-follow-through/
When brought the thought was born with form like icicles-through-hollow-tubes/
Oh sh**! Then swear on the air I'll make waves like tidal/
Cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather I'm never idle…
[HOOK]