[Verse 1: Croosh] I have a certain Ora like phosphorus/ These rhyme schemed dreams stay monstrous/ Certain nightmares seep through my sub consciousness/ Honest, that this is easier than taking a piss/ With watermelon size kidney stones/ So it's not easy at all but I'm prone/ To just terrorize and cause traumatic events/ With no consent, I leave foes bent/ I'm who they resent, they still get on their knees and repent/ I damage their soul with no physical dent/ The typical mythical Clark Kent/ I'm who Zeus and the other Gods sent/ Just some raw rap scriptures to read off/ Feel free like jumping from the skyscraper B loft/ Off balance, weight shifts like see-saws/ Business enthusiast similar to my G-Pah/ (Hook) (It's just... A haunting melody) (Me & Ora create... A haunting melody) (A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody) [Verse 2: Iron Ora] Chopped like Paul Bunyan, flipped by the onion/ Spit the sh** to keep Emcees running/ Test trees, bless beats in my dungeon/ We press heat while you press bu*tons/ Stay dipped in the cut with a spliff lit/ Sound a** with your craft, kid I'm gifted/ Uplifted like I caught a spirit/ Motherf**ers don't listen but they oughta' hear it/ Most these cats tracks sound like they bought it clearance/ On point, never catch me at a court appearance/ Crate-digger writing rhymes that's more than searing/ Plate bigger cause I got a good appetite/ Fisher Price lines, spit into a plastic mic/ Thought you had the gift?, ain't (w)rap it right/ Ill magic every night like 32/ Little do they know the rap game is virtual/ (Hook) (It's just... A haunting melody) (Me & Croosh create... A haunting melody) (A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)